At thirty-two, I am beginning to learnthat my story is not my own,my body a birthing......

Scars I let them be, as reminders of your futility, how you often hurl...

Ajrakhpur (2001) Work on it today, sell it morrow Add some more Madar seeds...

Our memories are crowded With Great grandmother’s jewellery Passed down...

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

Many loves bubble in the heartnew chasing old – as would one predatoranother – from its......

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

I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhereBut it has shape-shifted, like a dune withinThe barren wound bleeds......

Haiku Muhammad orates to blue does, in paradise — wings of gold birds clang....

The cold days of my summer pass with the notes of a tambourine.There I found the......