if garden slugs
could twist and shine
Silenced forever ...
This is she, Mumbai
Always awake, awakening others, insomniac
My maiden venture into writing plays started with ‘Rains’ and ...
The wind’s voice whispers of desert springs tonight,
Where the shadows of nomads sprout wings tonight. ...
Under two battered trees,
I bought the first basket offered, ...
She remembers the
lake, a swan, a cigarette ..
Do I want to see you again,
you who tortured my soul so, ...
The sky holds no blade.
That is a problem if we ...
Lord Byron Picks Up A Cold Call ...
He wasn’t mean but, most men He could whip, ...
In his office at The Uganda House,
Daddy showed me a photograph ...
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