Signature of My Wife

A few of us came into this world
Ate, judged others, acquired indifference

Thus I crawl from one doorstep to another.
Waiting for the Death,
Hoping it will show up when I sleep.

(On stage, she is sitting crouched, lamenting, wailing and cursing Death who is standing quietly, about five feet in front of her, with its back to her.) If you are so focused on not seeing me What is this urge in me...

Today was someone’s last day in our group I saw others go on with their work, After a courteous goodbye. Here I am, feeling how he must’ve felt Watching folks go on about while I, While I am receding in my...

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...

I write these poems imagining
  That you are reading them
Which then makes me imagine
  That you are seeing the heart of me