Things written on the side, Latin. Little inscriptions in the margins, Doodles of dogs and men, Squiggles in red, Collections they were. Meaningless marks, Two lines, highlights, Questions, lovers’ names, Notes exchanged, archives created. A...

The light danced at the corner of the stage, As I did at the other, pulled along, As the banjo was plucked, As the women embraced, As the audience stared. The spider seemed to keep time, As it left traces behind, silver - grey, As rags and blocks...

Green tendrils trodden underfoot, An earthen pot blackening Over a long lit dying fire, Glass fragments strewn along the path, Strangers kept in, kept out and flung. Yellow leaves caught in a whirlwind, An old rusted grill sticking Out of the window...

I write of desires and flesh, Flames flickering black and red, Touches as light as summer rain. I write of marks and letters, Ink that displays itself, Silent pauses in between. I write of sunlight and flowers, Gossamer threads of a spider’s...

Days spent in longing... Nights in sleep... We toss and turn and turn and toss, Must we, Oh must we sweep desires away?

Empty rooms, silent spaces Each with tales to tell, And what tales they told, I listened, Tales of experiences felt. Bottles of whisky and broken glass, Empty inkpots and scattered pages, The mattresses on the floor, Cigarettes stubbed out long...

Tonight I drink the sweetest wine, Tonight I taste from the beloved’s cup, Nectar that intoxicates beyond belief. Tonight I write lines of joy, Tonight I praise the beloved’s lips, Words that bring into being a beauty sublime. Tonight I...

Once we were lost, and now are found. We met at a moment when, You were not you, and I not I. We journeyed together to the cliff at the top of the world, And from there we leaped into the beyond. We heard the music of the spheres together, And to it we...

The ever-flowing stream of chatter, The quiet buzz and loud rings of cellphones, Silences that situate themselves in between, Cars lined next to one another, The solitary dry tree in the midst of it all... The crowds of people walking in and out, The...

This is the one space I have fallen in love with... Imagine spring in Delhi; imagine the flowers blooming, the bottlebrush glowing with the hint of red at its tips.Imagine pale yellow butterflies dancing, circling each other. Imagine the arts faculty,...