Poetry

  Existential Threat How do we expunge turpitude of onerous ogres who would subvert our hard-won independence?                  How so...

  Accident            Fiction hit The fact hard, and ran     With truth per se Being the only witness  Listening to the Wind You left there...

 Two Views Chronicles I cached in encephalon were cliffhangers needing to be newscast as lading of hush-hush leads to easement. To undress emotionally to a couldn’t...

    Acclaim I sleep away these hours, Soft in your embrace, Tracing through the dreams That run beneath your face And there in rising, falling, Beneath the tug, and pull, Hear the...

 OopsBefore the internet idiots were shunned as soon as they brayed. Now the world wide web lets world wide dolts babble endlessly, bully viciously, clog the electronic flow with meaningless drivel, hiding behind...

  Corpse of the Sweet Mouth I am searching for the body of Amulya Barua            twenty-four year old poet His body—Assam’s own Lorca— never found  ...

    Woman in the Grand Bazaar She half sat, half lay under dark shrouds, dead centre of foot traffic on a cobblestone street of the Grand bazaar. Toes...

  An Actress dies At a Wedding One by one they pass away leaving you and me, apart in tether. measuring gauges of feeling once imbued. weighed holdalls....

  Chores / What is a perfect line?It’s not about the pace Not about this race, or how one must slowly learn to earn some disgrace; Why...

  Out of Sync How the body moves shatters, into zillion specks of glass powered and brushed to its core but still every speck of it can pinch and draw blood can...