Two new poems in The Bombay Review, April 2020

​Death, unknown yes, yes, I know we come alone go alone but when we come may it be to the sounds of love and arms roped in an embrace and when we go, and when we go may there be at least one person next to us, the one who has loved us for an instant even, or someone...

‘A Dream in Parts’ in Turnpike Magazine, September 2019

And I dream treesThe kind you rest ongreen soothing peaceThe kind you climb onsun and shade, shadows bornlike the words of your song I dream flowersof the tropicsbusy petal clusters fragrancingthe body, a bracelet of jasminea necklace of frangipanimy very heart and...

Poetry in Visual Verse

SCREAM THROUGH NATURE No orange skiesNo blood-red cloudsNo sun screaming through haystacks I wake I wakeI ask whyI work I workI ask whyI walk I walkI ask why for this scream through nature, in my head, in my bones, in my blood, caving in, exploding out, within the...

Poems in Setu

Nympheas                                   The lilies brooddarkening thoughts of what is past,of what may never come,dread rising silentlyin stagnant roots. The lilies weavepink, purple, blue, flickers ofdreams, of wishes, of holdingbits of the sky in their bodies....