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......

We have become perfect ideas for each otherFinely sculpted reminiscences –Karigars – we carve recollections, working......

Tanka shiuli flower trembles in the night breeze and perishes at dawn...

I’m visiting your museum north of Copenhagen,not far from where I was brought up myself.And I......

Do you feelThe warp and weftOf dialogueGetting denser, quieteron its ownwith time moving on Always beginningNever......

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