Poisoned letters

In July, you wrote to me in poisoned letters. Empty letters I had written to you from Paris, Vienna, Kolkata … More

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

Missed futures

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

Ritual

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

Your voice, falling

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

The blood room

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

Rain

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

My God does not

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

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

Totem queen

The wind-taxi celebrates the fall of the totem queen. The horse runs with a pistol through rainfall. In a century … More

Inside

Inside, inside the flames there is only deep darkness; no movement, no speech that fire cannot quell to dust. The … More

Poems on winter

  Winter is coming   It always feels strange when October comes. I sometimes sit observing the fireflies trapped in … More

Lingering

How do you bear spaces that are haunted with refutation, the caprice of foamy sentience perhaps still pebbled with cold … More

Death of a poem

The poem always comes to you in moments of crisis. When after the lingering effects of last night’s quarrel, you’ve … More

Wind

No more of witch-hunting in gramophone voices. No more of staged distractions and dilapidated laughter. Erasing with a wind compass … More

Redemption

Faces grow like petals in a footage of voices wobbling in repetition. I try to unlearn the grammar of her … More

Musings on laughter

Anatomy of laughter What is laughter if not borrowed speech dwelling on stolen time which has the lightness of derision … More

Not you

  What lies between you and me, is not you, nor me but something like us, not quite you perhaps, … More

Ghosts

-1- Dead cat that smiled at dinner quietly imagines spaces, soft, uncertain. Slow whimpering along the extinct highway, with painless … More

Forgetting

At evening the sky is blazing yellow and you stand at the foot of the staircase wearing your soul on … More

Moment

-I- Stare, stare at those figures frozen in motion, the pale splendour of lifeless limbs shivering in the soft ecstasy … More

Marina

  Marina, let me breathe out into lips of water; spaces of the mind in bright blue sunshine receding quietly … More

Black

  Calmly forward towards the self away, away from gravity. Defenseless under the darkness of pillows your large black body … More

Time

  Let us meet in sweet oblivion at the end of this circle, when you have built a church with … More

Breath

What’s in a breath that spirals stone from the first miracle of the wet earth? You lie between the night … More