Poetry

    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...

  Translated from Malayalam by Ra Sh   The vulnerable ones The badam fruits lay blushing red on the ground unsucked by the bats. The kid took a stone and tried to crush...

  Train Crossing Lit up across the Interstate, the video board message stated ‘Look, listen, and live. Watch out at railroad crossings.’ I thought it a strange bulletin, for in all...

    Earthquake What happened? There was a fault. What’s a fault? It’s when one piece of the earth juts above another. Why does that happen? Because the explosions down below go...

   3 Hours in the Pediatric Ward babies crying but not my baby, she’s okay each mother's eyes full of empty fear for their creatures but they're not my baby's...