The Wardrobe Talk A shorts, a dress, a burqa, sportswear and a salwar suit...

From a leaf in Paati’s diary, 4.12.1943 Learn to stop them mid-waylike pranayama,hold them until they......

At Mandir Marg police station, I saw,as I stepped off a private bus spillingwith young anti-CAA......

Those who have no land, no home, washed in like debris on a beach, imagine...

Through telescopic sightsa sniper spotsthe girl kneeling to tenda prostrate manbrings the cross-hairsto her templeallows for......

(a tribute to the poetry of Alok Dhanwa) there are no poems forthe mother who didn’thave......

I grind my anger betweenThe whitening tips of myForefinger and thumb –Fingerprints furiously fornicating,Lines changing shapeLike......

His legs jerking like a lizard’s tailwhile the cops tried to force-feed him,knew that the dam......

My journey began with a pair of high-heels –the first thing I saw as she stepped......

The master’s manly hairshovered between her sun and stars.             Blessed......