I Hear Father is Dead in Another Country One is as old as the days they remember. Some make us age quicker, better. Some slow in pace: something between a wish and a prayer, something that is both. Some call it hope. It’s not. Light sweeping the white sand, across the cool and quiet sea. […]
Erosion (To preserve the format of the poem, we have made it available in a PDF document. Please click here to access.) * Eviction And so it begins, the slow and weary process of eviction. Names, faces, sounds, facades, all stacked up like souvenirs waiting for their turn, hoping to survive another cycle. Time and […]
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Hello, Brother (A reflection of Zubair Ahmed’s poem of the same name) Sometimes during quiet summer afternoons when everyone is asleep, I sit at your desk. They took away your half of the bunk-bed anyway. Aai still calls your name in our empty house and Papa sits very still. I think he pretends not to […]
Living a dog’s life On the day of Divasi amavasya, Amma breaks a thumri on the transistor, fetches some fresh mud near the tulsi plant with a girl child’s innocence. She makes two idols — Shiva and Parvati — faceless, crude, even genderless. She empties a bowl of coconut oil on my head, saying that […]
“All day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.” – Pablo Neruda *** How easy it is to slip out of each other’s texts, playlists and event horizons. Watch a ship fall off the geodesic surface pinned down with the dreams and spittle of a billion-fold, parasitic species; watch the seas swell up […]