Bending over clouds We are dunked, face first Into the broken arteries of Kolkata: Dissected torso......

Our dying fathers, taken inward, no longer embrace us cheek-to-cheek, but become the tongue within our......

Today, I tiptoed through the land of those awaiting death, and found on my path a......

I stand on the edge of the shore, looking at the sea wondering how far I......

Our memories are crowded With Great grandmother’s jewellery Passed down the generations Great grandfather who supported......

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......