As I write, a peahen is fluttering about the long western fence. She has nibbled at......

Chthonic goddess Armed with sceptre and corn and cornucopia and pomegranate...

There is much to learnof the cruel mutationsof industrial swellfrom the crow at the balconywho has......

Our clothes must bend to the windfor the sun is a malodorous thingthese days. Rain wants......

The poems in the collection, Witnesses of Remembrance, take a hard look at the primeval question......

The Forest I Know is Kala Ramesh’s in the genre of the Tanka....

Look It has fallen in my courtyard Chopped down My Neem tree has fallen...

for Jasminko Halilovic I have seen the face of sorrow It is the face...

Unchaperoned WomanRhythm of her Earth in her stepsSmell of Rain in BreathAn unleashed River Unchaperoned WomanFlows......

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