Cartographic Memory

Been two years since that “Thank you” letter. More since your twins. A bit more since I wanted to be in your life. I turn the music on. Your face comes back to me, and I fade away from the music. My ears and...

Tied to our younger dreams
Mistaking them to be our secrets
Glorifying them, and
Dramatically becoming weary

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 few days after Mumbai attacks in November 2008 (26/11), still recovering from what we all saw on live TV, I kept thinking that these verses are what Kasab might be saying to himself while he and his fellow terrorists...

In last night’s phone call Our moods, hers and mine, were Like these dark trees Standing up to the blazing sun. Reassuring ourselves that No matter how it burns, scalds and rankles us It is the sun that sets in...

What country! Eyes seeking the weak, Found the blind. Searching for sounds of grace, I heard the bellow of the bully. Lying eyes everywhere Drunk on God that is not even god. Here I am again, Homeless, rootless. Not my...