A Strong Word
Missing you is a strong word.
It has a smell to it, mushy and oppressive.
Sometimes, in the dead of the night the word condenses
before it scatters into hundreds of colour photographs.... more »
Alphabets march to enter my heart
but an ancient wind stops them,
They get lost.
They die... more »
writing to you is like writing on a blank page which magically will soak in all the
words and become blank again. So there is only blank.Writing to you is addressing
a blank within me. Tracing a line from your forehead down to your lips and then to... more »
PAST TENSE... more »
REFUGEE 1... more »
Naked and immense
the ruins stare at me.
Here the evenings are
still born children and... more »
Can you hear your voice
my voice and
everything that’s going on?... more »
There are too many people here hurrying towards the metro. Their body odour spill over themselves mingle in the dusty air in soft slow motion.You hold my hand and we move away. My cologne-doused smell an explosion on your senses.... more »
Crossed legged on the floor
I open the first chapter on trade winds.
The warm fragrance of distant cities
and abandoned shells... more »