The mango tree which I rearedis lost today   somewherein the jungle of my wishes. I used......

Leaves have fallen and lie buriedlike chocolate flakes in a cup of milk,like dead meat in......

The sea abandonsshoals of shellsbroken and unbrokenalong the white wave line Some sink sand-wards,others drift wave-wardsa......

when buried beneath a snowstormyou lose sense of every directionexcept desperation. in darkness sometimestrying to dig......

Fog weeds outtea estates and pine forests in Tindharia hillswith a whitewash till noon Cart road,......

Icicles hang like fingers and knivesfrom the coniferous trees, as if,winter has rained weapons and cut......

If not for, when waiting for elevators to down itself,counting holes of smoke detectors or the......

I’m the slowest smoker that I know of I’ve watched a squirrel eat a groundnut...

A thick film of yellow-grey slime in the air—Autumn each year is like this—but this time......

Birds on the Edge of a City We went to watch birds...