II This morning,when I heard my neighbour’s spaderub against the earth outside my house,I thought of......

Mayel Lyang I come from the land of KanchenjungaSnowy peaksAnd a river that speaks I come......

Before the Ancestral Home The new key is not mine. The paint, a different shade of......

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

How do you interpret small miracles in the Universe? the Palash all in bloom, looking ruby......

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

Sarasoti is my motherShe teaches me my tongueHow many secrets has she plantedIn daughter Bahina’s mind!......

The flanks of the brown river beneath the massed and shadowless clouds fan out and slide......

“In the heart of darkened nights, my mother became my hope. With a gaze both warm......

At what point did we replace books with screens? Sometimes, I question myself. A book face......