Poetry

   Winter’s Chapter In my garden The flowers have withered. Clouds gather for snow. Wind shakes the branches My cat steps to a window Wonders where mice go. Perhaps he blames...

    In His Light, I Learn How to Love He is fragile like a flower nodding gently on its stem, looking as if the lightest zephyr would scatter...

    The Ride I still wave at trains as they rumble by, in lieu of being on board myself, imagine all of the places the passengers must be...

    Hangmen They came to kill me With weapons unknown In roguish whirlwind Uttering my name like a magic hum. Rural is our vicinity, Though vicious and vile Their hidden souls. Brandishing their...

    Gospel at the Well Walking to the well, Me, a fugitive An empty pot in hand, I carry my home in my mind, Moist in hopelessness, I bake my bread...

  Open Fists Of the couple of languages That I have perfected – one is - “open fists.” I go around opening and clenching my fists - people seem grateful...

    BrokenIt feels like waking up next to a ghost and craving for life and getting lost, and I want to hold the girl that I used to be, tell...

    Tracking Down Clues Your poetry has me scratching my head and beyond. Everything’s so random. Like the words were spilled not written. You must imagine yourself a Jackson Pollock of...

  Translated from Malayalam by Ra Sh   You won’t know me Like you won’t know a kiss without even a single lip to receive it, like you have never seen...

  Translated by Petar Penda   Mirage If I ever see you again – let it be a precedent worthy of the main scene of a historic block-buster or a western set...