When I walk into a room these days, the first feature I notice are its windows.......

Heavy with my milk, you moveyour compact body, though I holdyou dense under a constellationwhose sparse......

Fourteen years ago, I felt the blazing, punishing, Delhi heat as soon as I came out......

(Inspired by Sarah Filmer’s exhibition, Knitting the Walls, at God’s House Tower, Southampton 2022)The boys protest......

Pause. Reflect.Raise your gazeNeither to her hijabNor to her open hairBut to where stands.The oppressor.And then…......

I make us some blue tea/ ask you to sit with me/ we talk about morning glories...

Sometimes just a wordIs a commune of meaning,Its utteranceThe entire journeyFrom where you standTo the mid-poem......

To be kind you must turn into a tree, and live very long....

I yelled and yelled madly in the state that was ‘not me’ But the devil...

because you are here, holdingyour coffee mugs embossedwith trees, looking rightthrough me at reflectionsin wells of......