Cartographic Memory

Six months ago, I went to a country. A state of mind was its terrain, Wonder, resolve and flow were its waters. Far, far away from your jagged edges, I paddled in those white waters, Growing worlds and lives in my path...

Sunday morning. A vague sense of myself, And a clear vision of you. You in the kitchen, I on the speakerphone. One image. One view. Your face, your private smile. One feeling. One longing. For that you I first saw. And...

This rain, this rain, falls on everything, Like you, a thousand of you, falling on one of me. If you were my imagination, or “muse” as they call it, I would have run you out when I ran out of you. But the...

A smile is more real than a kiss Here in Bengaluru my longing amplifies, Becomes anxious. After years and decades of being away Here I am home, away from home. In Bengaluru. Here when folks see me, they long for where I...