The Seventh one, Why did you have to barge In the house where the kitchen chimney is perennially cold? The little body afloat on the still water of the pond. Exclaimed the trees all around craning downward, Doesn’t she resemble…
This time Soorpanaka approached Site directly seeking ltd eliminate the primary obstacle. Not io be outdone the gentle Sita looked her in the eye and said, ‘Perhaps you, can get me the golden deer.’ Soorpanaka nodded. Glad to have entered…
Enraptured like a butterfly Drawing deep on nectar, You confront In the sweat from a sudden halt Of wind, time, and the current of dreams. Your room’s oppressive fracture, Suffused with the skin-glow Of a cobra, its hood aloft You…
Before I could be nine months old My mom’s womb pushed me out After nine days on earth behold My mom’s hands strangled me about My scream encased me in the earth to be old. In school I was a…
You aided me. In miracle manufacturing Like a feeling machine I authored your verse and voiced your songs. I reaped gold and green From your arid fields Sterile fury of your fading affections; and The torment of fake love were…
The optician adorned me with asteroid spectacles, taking away my sight before restoring it back to me. I was made to read the alphabets on his electric screen, first with one eye and then the other but not with both;…
At 13 History lies heavily As mama warns you Of boys in school And a mirror tells tales of acne And uncle next door suddenly Puts his hand…(you know where) And you know it’s bad, but you feel good On…
When I said that. I loved you I answered myself. Tissue departs from fractured bone I know not how to love To set you free When deep longing seeps Through Choline transmission. I stammered my way through another’s love song…
I have passed through the gates of hell and emerged with a prize beyond compare. Tenderness is all. It is not that some people learn the hard way. For everyone, to learn is hard. Now I know about the birds…
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The hanging bridge Was indeed a thing of beauty. It always stood up To house its functions With a generosity of spirit Making it ever golden In the lore of the bards And the lute of the maiden The rainbow…
The true measure of night is night Night’s only claim is that it is night It’s necessary to push the night to the brink of dawn There’s no need to call the entwining of the four hands an embrace With…
