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,......

How do you kiss mouths where Words are festering deprivation? Because word upon...

Right now, just like thatI let a memory of youSlip through my sleeveAnd drop to the......