You may also like

Tell Her to Come Home

And so we Just walked in In red white and green Half-naked and bare feet I keep looking over Feeling her smile, Yielding my shoulder For her unseen hand To brush away An unseen speckle Someone said “I know you...

Dear India, Dear Friend

How sweet it is, to feel your love
In your patronizing wishes
To find me a purpose
In your all-knowing maharshi

These Cuts

Just a few moments ago, Hearing a sudden eruption of noise I stopped washing my face, Hit the tap on its head And stood listening. Crows. Making ruckus, Bringing me back my cuts. Each black flight a cut From you, you...

Would be nice

It would be nice To touch those hands To press those fingers To take them in my hands To take them in my fingers To kiss them Feel the damp sweat of her palms on my face Would be nice To put my arm around her shoulders...

Tehachapi Pass Blues

I unpack my bags
Clean my dishes, wash my clothes
And write poetry
Pedantic as me,
Not fantastic as you

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...