Reshma and Taipei

Why can't this beautiful girl be reason enough for me to live...?

Broken Systems When Separated

Does it happen to you? Lateral movements digging deeper, seizing, arresting, creating heart attacks.

Like Well-cooked Mushrooms

Then we drenched in rain. Then I said good bye. Then I drenched even more. Walking in Beijing never felt more earthy.


Heavy heart. Price one pays for not having two bodies.

The Swing Station

Is now the time
To graduate,
From life to death?

Poems, while thinking of S.

Revenge Poem

How long are you going to smile a public smile when you see me Sweeping me out the door of your kindness and grace How long am I to go on feeling a private guilt when I see you Hoping one day you will see the chains you...

My Man’s Cycle

In May I began my man’s cycle Fell into a world Where everything was you and everything was in you My clarity of purpose was sharp My respect for your power was firm My patience for your love was eternal Now...

నీ కోసం . . . మరిచి పోయిన తెలుగులో

SHE: ఏమనుకున్నావూ, ఏదో చెత్త పోయెట్రీ రాస్తే మనమేదో మాట్లాడుకుంటామూ, దగ్గరవుతామూ అనా? నా సంగతి నీకు తెలీదూ? అయినా నువ్వెవరు, అసలూ? HE: నేను నిన్ను నువ్వు అన్నప్పుడు పర్లేదు అని నువ్వన్నప్పుడు, మొట్టమొదటి రోజు ఇంత పెద్ద...

Until You Look, Until You Smile

Curious thing, this crush is Second after second, the heart tugs For some look, For some smile, For some touch, All from you Only from you, All the time from you But you don’t know it, You don’t care for it...

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Her Secret

“Show me your house,” said she As soon as we opened the door Now, on the eighth day The house is empty Mute, quiet, refusing to Wave goodbye It was my house She arrived at But in her departure, She left our...

A Letter To My Autobiographer

See see see, I am here, right here you see. First you turned me on. Turned me like a marble, from words of garble. Round and round in your fingers, round and round in your head. Only a first draft You said, Wait till...

Gypsy Magic

“I have a new shirt,” said the gypsy. She drew me closer, within reach of her pair of sure hands “White with Green accents in the collar and cuffs,” she smiled. I saw only her neck, her ear and...

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Poems, when crushed by B.

Telling amma about her

Amma, today I talked to someone Whom you would approve To lay me in my grave. Driving home, I said to you: Have you heard, have you heard? The sound of her heart beat filled to the brim with kindness that doesn’t...

Coffee walkie talkie

Every time she looked at him, she saw a new stranger. Every time he looked at her, he saw a new friend. Polite she: “Sure!” Skeptical he: “What did she mean by that?” Uncertainty strings...

Are you happy now?

We were blind once. We didn’t speak once. We didn’t know once. Then. Then…? We spoke a lot, First to ourselves, Saying “Is this real?” Then to each other, In whispers. I said I am nothing...

A Better Day

On a bright day like this
With your warm smile like today’s
I saw you walk by my eyes
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you

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On Translations

Our six year-old

“Did you notice?” You said once. “How I don’t address you by name?” “Did you wonder why?” Then we smiled At each other … We then leaned Toward each other “Did you...

Macrolove – N

First cold hands, then warm you Soon sheets of macrolove Enveloped me and you Like a front that’s come in “You silly,” you said “It doesn’t die,” you said And now, fat raindrops Fall...

On the Shores of My Grave

A wave of somethings appeared out of nowhere Thoughts, recollections and some debris Some, questioning if my memory is true Others, smiling with kindness at me— but still unhappy at my worries That I didn’t create...

23 and You and Me

One look, one word
And I died everyday
I didn’t kiss you
Now, after 23 years
I still live
For one word, for one look
And for one kiss
To encode life
Into my 23 pairs

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With Amma

On "All Things Unforgiven"

Road to Brooklyn Book Festival

Sometime in the middle of 1978. Old city of Hyderabad burned with Hindus and Muslims killing each other, and the police killing everyone. Early May 2003. “Characters should behave unaware of the future that lay ahead of...

Sources Of Inspiration

Going through my notes, it is clear that I am inspired significantly by literary criticism. George Steiner, Richard Blackmur (R.P. Blackmur), John Bayley, Edward Wasiolek, R.F. Christian, Richard Gustafson, Gary Saul...

“It Is The Story Of …”

July 8th, 2003 It is not a story of characters where it is clear immediately who is in the wrong, with dark evil intentions and good intentions. No. It is the story of helplessness in the face of one’s own...

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... and the rest

Saaranga English

After an intense 2-month work including a complete front-end overhaul, Saaranga Magazine is now relaunched, with a new English section. Magazine here, and my article, How will they receive me, for the inaugural edition.

p80 “Oliver Twist”

He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long concealed them. There were the faces of friends and foes, and of many that had been almost strangers...

Mundane Words

When people gather together, the first thing they do is to tell each other the purpose of why they are there. They begin by reciting their purpose, and the very reasons of being there. This exchange somehow moves the...