Poetry
Spring 2006
Susurrus in the Skull
This is then the skull,I mean the one inside my head,I thought, looking at a drawingOf a skeleton in the dictionaryWhile I was searching “skewering,”A method of putting rebels to […]
Poetry
Summer 2003
Fifteenth of August, 2000
The day is over. I am anxiously waiting for the news On TV. Anxious, because the extremists Across the border have threatened explosion? Because, I think myself safe? But I […]
Poetry
Summer 2001
They Fall
They fall not like the leaves in their autumns, nor like the crackers after they burst open into purple wounds in the sky of the vernal marriage processions but like […]
Poetry
Winter 1999
Sons and Fathers
Mahajanpur: like any other village where poor fathers are silenced by their wealthy sons. Fathers will be always poor to have set adrift the paper boats of their sons on […]