August 18, 2019AmritsarUday Despite his broad grin of familiarity, I did not recognise the face. Slightly......

The smell of phenol floats in the morning fog At the entrance, I slip my feet...

Kindness is an urn: empty it With barbs of disbelief It would still, flow....

In another rendering, Kunti wondersWhat if she didn’t set her lovechild in the river. She did......

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Madam Minister An Ant on a Bedspread Her Price Was Etched You Have My Permission Madam......

Like a ribbed SunMy days are grey stripsShuffling through swathsOf your glowing kindnessAnd then… they dissolve......

Beloved, when you have let me walk barefootIn this dew garden of our profound estrangementStrewn with......