Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night staggering like an old woman...

As the fingers caressnew leaves sprout out of the eyesweeping the sunlight,garnishing – with the greenish......

Many loves bubble in the heartnew chasing old – as would one predatoranother – from its......

How do you interpret small miracles in the Universe? the Palash all...

I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhereBut it has shape-shifted, like a dune withinThe barren wound bleeds......

I was in excess of this order, more than bones I was arteries...

And all of a sudden, you appearLike a starburstOr a meteor on a dark nightDistilling past......

Haiku Muhammad orates to blue does, in paradise — wings of gold birds clang....

(An extract from Rohini S Rajagopal’s ‘What’s a Lemon Squeezer doing in my Vagina? A Memoir......

The Shape of a Wound I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhere...