Even hell is uncertain when I walk with you. Sand under our feet and fishing boats......

Those Bombay Sundays My father woke up his usual ‘early.’ ‘Seize the day’, he would say.......

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

The heart, a courtroom, where affections are adjourned, sine die. Postponed, deferred, delayed, filed away in......

Household items like a mind, like some one’s corporeal self became unholy, freshly cooked food swept......

When it is not the time of year for ants to be seen How come an......

A ghazal for my Dadi and her sisters First you must find a copse of trees......

the ends unwoven in—strange how the brain is programmed to seek finality, find closure, in lives......

Taste the rain. Feel it on your arms before the clouds roll in, slow and low.......

Kashmir I thought of you while walking in Bombay But that was in a dream too......