When you read a lot of poetry for a living as an editor, after a while......

I’ll still remember the big amber traffic light beaming on like a wristwatch...

Metamorphosis As the fingers caress new leaves sprout out of the eyes weeping...

Even hell is uncertain when I walk with you Sand under our feet...

After the university accepted my application for a research scholarship, my father introduced me to his......

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

We have become perfect ideas for each otherFinely sculpted reminiscences –Karigars – we carve recollections, working......

The mythic sheen of Rabindranath Tagore’s towering persona is now a patina rich with deeply resonant......

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

There were just three days left for the exam and my belly was grumbling, heart racing......