Poetry

    Lot's wife She held a lot, The morning hues The mows of the herd, The soft flap of the wind Against the tent roofs And the smell of bread Fresh from...

    Girl Child Circa 1983 Mumbai, the era I was born, the time a girl child was frowned upon. A squalling baby, unsightly and hairy, far from a fairy, jilted and spurned. Howling...

    After a hundred years, Mr. Eliot! The myopic glasses couldn’t recognise Hale. The church bells tolled aloud. He forgot to remember her, or remembered to forget the...

  2.00 A.M. At 2.00 a.m., I lie awake and listen to the night while you sleep on beside me, while trees in darkness are embraced by a dream many years old, that...

  Russia’s war invading Ukraine (March 2022)Monstrous Putin, bloody Russian dictator, wading in blood Vile creature isolated in ivory tower using murder and terror Oppressing own people, greedy...

   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...