Nowhere girl

nowhere girlmutating into moonlightaway, away from love your breasts taste like vinegarunder the whirring motion of the fanon a hot, … More


blue ossicles of pain spinning combustiontranslates graduallyinto the intimacy of meteors we do not talk of lovelanguage fell off her … More


The day your voice collapsed bit by bitlike a delirious refrainI was crushed under it. Walking round and roundin involuntary, … More

Instant love

When in doubt, you were blinded by the love that kills with the sharpness of an accidental glance. At work, … More

Iron cactus

When you flashed your smile on the shop window and disappeared in a blinding glare down the spiralling manifestations of … More


Sylvia, are you listening to the sound of tired earth breathing? Here seasons change, people fall in and out of … More

Poisoned letters

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


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


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


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 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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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