The tender morning sun peeps into the little room through the cracks of the termite-sculpted, half-broken......

Falling leavestell mewinter is around the cornermeadows no longerblush at the amorous breezelast rose is a......

Mountains are under snowwolves roam aroundin search of preyPray! stay indoorssave your lambsspring is far away......

I have all your collections, I have all my praise for your poetic achievement....

So many culturesso many racesso many nationsso many skins and you wouldn’t yet pause to thinkthat......

(An extract from Rohini S Rajagopal’s ‘What’s a Lemon Squeezer doing in my Vagina? A Memoir......

Tanka shiuli flower trembles in the night breeze and perishes at dawn...

From where he lies, I see the crumbling walls of the bungalow...

her fingers scribblehis name on the sandsilently letting the wavessweep away …as they did, his body...

I pulled the desert over my eyes and sank deep into the sand blood...