beg, bhindi. sing for light and water.first the sun’s laughter arrested at the building’s edgelike a......

The heart still longs to reach distant landsTo reminisce about momentsIn sepia-tinted photographs –Dappled in sunlight.To......

To Sridala Swami and Winter 2014–15 She says yesterday’s faded-denim skyof many washesbrought down leaves thatwere......

You flame of the forestI urge you to engulf againin a bhikshu rapture, fillingfulfilling my barren......

I – A City without Cats There were no cats in the city I was born......

The children of the poor point finger guns at the sky,chasing fighter jets barefooted,across a barren......

I will see people’s faces changeWhen I tell them who I amI will hear my neighbours......

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

For eight hours, they search his house,help themselves to the breadthat sits crumbling on the table.They......

Underappreciated by those to whomall herbs, plants, roots and tubers are medicinal,Aloo doesn’t get along with......