Poetry

Of thoughts divested of the language that narrates them, Of minds and imaginations captured and purged of their dreams, Of painters without hands, dancers paralyzed chest downwards, young who are old, and dimpled faces...

How is Kashmir, Toru? Dear Toru, my letters to your brother elaborate on how our colony was burnt. Remember our colony, Toru? The man-holes, the electric wires? The transformer would...

An island of a man Damn he's cursed Notice the palms of his hands Damn he's hurt Focus on this man With the color of dirt Sketched in with coal So...

My heart cried after mass collided with mass.. The blast deafening.. What's left is flesh turned to ash.. Our own reckoning.. When can we scream at last at...

Deep and deep into the woods I would sink; on and on would I walk; till I reach the forest hoods! Shepherd; aah! Be that I could! Taking...

Crowning his Friday After the disastrous snow Blood-stained his threshing lines Life's receding billow Will leave him for the eternal calm He is yet to know.   Out from his threads...

How desperate we are to laugh- To chime with a can of laughter- Exhaling nervous relief, Reassured that it wasn't a can of worms.   A concert is over. See...

“Where art thou?” Kashmir needs a Shahid tonight “O, please free her with poesy,” pleads a Shahid tonight A red path marks the entrance to my...

I remember: the initial throe and the horror changed into loathing for them and the system that is talked of and never seen and then for my flesh that remained jerking with...

Dear comrades let us do an exercise / polish this new guise, an exercise in memory / memory will set us free Let us begin, bloodied, let...