In another rendering, Kunti wonders What if she didn’t set her lovechild in the river....

Like a ribbed Sun My days are grey strips Shuffling through swaths Of your glowing kindness...

4000 miles. Skopje to Kolkata.10 hours of flying time.Crossing seas, oceans, fears To reach Moti Jheel,......

That summer evening, the smoke of disquiet gathered between her voice and thought as jackfruit chips...

Strip by stripI’ve skinned this faceMy raw storyHangs now as fleshKiss me, this is howOur past......

I incline to the center to stay close to home— carapaceof dust from the milling crowd......

Silent with beings we’re meant to follow, on occasion asking a question...

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

After he leaves for the airportthe dust from his shoes settles on the floor. The smell......

My position regarding death is absolutely clear, I am fiercely opposed to it. This man here,......