The ride is bumpy and rattles the bones,and the burden of memories, curdles the mind.The landscape......

The heart’s barricades are open.Sailing tomorrow. The quiet neighbour, darkBut for nativity in the far corner.......

Walking into my poem she sat like a metaphor on hunger, her child slung on her......

The kitchen tries to say something today— yellow-thick moong dal canopying a heap of plain basmatiresembles......

In the jagged depths of lone nights,in the rapture of river, water curtains parttrapping the cold......

It takes months of hard work to find water in Sivagangai, Tamil Nadu. Meet the people......

I. Expanse of white salt called the rannField of fire called afternoon No water to drinkNo......

All roads lead to Rome.Rome leads to just once place —Hell.Caesar lost war on Cleopatra’s bosom.Each......

google knows what I did last summer,the fragrance of my soap. It knows that I’m hungryeven......