hypothesis Nearly done, the tree nudges a falling, its leaves unmoored like wanton voices...

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

Memory Icicles hang like fingers and knives from the coniferous trees...

true, this isn’t paradise But it’s the onlyParadise on this polluted Earth I’m aware of: Bitter......

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

She has worn wintersworn silence, come Marchshe’s woken upin a language wet with noiseto bank on......

How rapturous, this dance of light on leavesThe wild storm in the shal forest makes my......

You flame of the forestI urge you to engulf againin a bhikshu rapture, fillingfulfilling my barren......

Nearly done, the tree nudgesa falling, its leaves unmooredlike wanton voices of ghoststheir flat shapes floating......

Aslam thinks as he slams Chandni against the wall, still kissing her. He curses. That was......