Masquerade

You’re growing on me again with the quiet violence that only love can offer. Turning around with an automatic smile, … More

Woman burning

Woman burning, the mob spreads from house to house setting bodies on fire. Woman burning, smoke rises from the ruins … More

No one ever told you when in school you would obsess over dotting your i’s and crossing your t’s while … More

The tragedy of the afternoon takes a turn for the worse as the doctor enters the room. With practised indifference, … More

Your voice falling falling endlessly through shadows of the evening lengthening on teardust like light dripping on windows branching into … More

Or, Why a poet can never save the world Like a strange afterthought, the X-ray machine in the dark room … More

Like trees violently shaking in the breeze and being torn apart uncontrollably, we drift away. At the bus stop, the … More

Aunt Sharmila returns from New York at midnight and calls my mother. Over a hour and a half, she forgets … More

My God does not order me to burn people at the stake because our homes, with roofs falling, water gushing … More

My friend’s professor is a thorough gentleman. I have heard he never misses the early morning lecture at half past … More

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