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...

to be swallowed whole,sheared off flesh and bones,dreams silt to sandpaper coasts,as if the looming day......

If you’re a refugee, you wrap it in fabric and faith You store it away...