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...

Soil writes everything down; it uses dirt,the slaked faithfulness of water mixed with wet earth,grains, pebbles,......

Unchaperoned Woman Rhythm of her Earth in her steps Smell of Rain in Breath...

From a leaf in Paati’s diary, 4.12.1943 Learn to stop them mid-waylike pranayama,hold them until they......

Custodians of our Stories Night arrives, bare foot, slathers the ledge of our window....