One April evening I saw the dance of fireflies Small smoulders coruscating amidst the gnarly boughs...

On the evening of the day when a family of kingfishers pecked out our eyes –......

Birth of a Hill Shining through the cracks of life the warmth of wisdom...

Ancestry Animism Artistry Lush green fields – Where my father grew up Harvest season...

Shining through the cracks of lifethe warmth of wisdom and resolve dances like a flaming fire,......

when buried beneath a snowstormyou lose sense of every directionexcept desperation. in darkness sometimestrying to dig......

We are happy in our secret plant ways,rooted to the birthplace,looking for the sun, trying to......

The heart still longs to reach distant landsTo reminisce about momentsIn sepia-tinted photographs –Dappled in sunlight.To......

Learn to stop them mid-way like pranayama, hold them until they brim...

The children of the poor point finger guns at the sky,chasing fighter jets barefooted,across a barren......