Savarna feminism plays pin the blameWhy feminism calls me aggressive,Says I’m too loud,Too much attitude, too......

Has it rained enough for all of her blood to be washed away?Have the clouds beaten......

Who made dinner while Rumi whirled?Who mopped the floors while Rabindranath sat in quiet contemplationAnd did......

On these days when I rarely feel like a manI break my body at every juncture–......

The first time someone sought my blessings[1] in a public space, I was taken aback. I......

there are no poems forthe mother who didn’thave her stomachsutured afterthey extracted her unborntumour,afraid she would......

the most beautiful sightI have ever seen isthe rage of one womanavalanching intothe rage of tenthousand......

The steel was like a slab of ice against my back. There was an array of......

One thought bothered me.Why couldn’t Kunti take back her wordsOnce she saw Draupadi, in flesh and......