An owl swivels in her carriage of primordial haunts. In her padlocked church of trees. She knocks against night-forest scars, blithely written in frost and the weight of oak, her sorrowful gagged companion. Claustrophobic caresses of furtive tree voices stroke…

I awoke this morning, and as I was sipping my coffee, the thought of where I was in life brought me to thinking of what I had.  But in the quiet of the breaking dawn, I also started thinking of…

This dimly-lit café, there’s a voice then two, then three speaking like a broken triangle with so much impatience.   Winter, dense and black, crams itself into this room. Outside, muted colors are carried off in the night.   I…

I leapt behind the horses of my mind’s imagined sleigh As snow had fallen overnight to softly greet the day I grabbed the reins and cracked the whip and off across the hills A speeding sleigh, what better way, to…

Dead poets’ poems, seen within the admiring eyes of the living. The power of sadness penned, employing language, graceful liquidity.  Poets who wept their anguish upon paper’s haven, suffering laid out in words, using their fingers as feet to take…

I read somewhere about this French artist making porcelain weapons   They symbolise women, delicate, yet dangerous, or at least that’s what I remember   It made no sense until you told me I don’t seem attractive anymore   There…

To the universe who places the perfect kindred spirits in my path. Thank you for your protection, the wonderful souls, and all my privileges. To those whom project morsels of me in vivid light and help me find myself time…

It was the guy coming the other way this time that looked down toward the ground… then slowly raised his head and met my eyes. We both gave each other a head nod… An acknowledgement of daily loss. Nothing needed…

I sketched your face in the midst of a bleached sky; touching the cool wet sands barefoot and loaded tonight. A great inhale lights the pipe wait for the rising harvest moon; ballerinas twirl on the sea wall faces expressionless;…

I love the way you smile the way you squint your eyes when you laugh   I love the way you dance when no one’s around   I love the way you talk about things you love the books you’ve…

The flame hovered silently, above its sooty wick Throwing jagged shadows on the walls of mortared brick And as my pen leaves marks of ink on an empty page The dancing, yellow candle ghost performs like brilliant mage.   His…

In Memory of Victims of War Here : parents go to bed with no hope Of seeing their children in the morning Here, everywhere you go , all you see  is a basket of Bones__ Here , children are left…

If only eyes could differentiate good from bad, I would be somewhere, thinking greater things. It all begins in an experience I had, With the real world, when it broke, my wings. I hadn’t realised my friends were glad, I…

most days the sea of sadness engulfs you like a tsunami that swallows homes people and the earth   you drown and you drown until you can’t ask for help anymore   you drown till you cannot differentiate between these…

Maa doesn’t talk about numbers She says I’m 17 monsoons old She hands me Shakespeare’s ironies when I ask her to teach me arithmetic She has always made me learn histories and never heard me reciting tables She says my…