Journal in Verses

Women in Love

My Man’s Cycle

This is death. Don’t Waste it.

Chairs Sat in a Line

Only That

On the Shores of My Grave

These Cuts

Afterlife

How We Die

Lust Never Sleeps

Pedantic Poem

If You Let Yourself Go Fat

A Common Prayer (with the help of Kesarbai Kerkar)

Strip, Strip Everything, Strip

Let Me Begin By Making You a Woman Again

Signature of My Wife

“This grave is for you”

Back to Before the Crush

This is You, Seeing Me

Keeping Your Shoes Clean

My Idealized Woman

Labor of the Day

Today. At last.

Today’s Illusion

In This Moment of Totality

Sow, Reaping

Lifecycle of Love

With Feeling, for Me

Rock, Paper, Blindspot, and You

How I Live in S-Lane

Decided: I Don’t Have To Die For You

23 and You and Me

Revenge Poem

Do This, Then That.

Until You Look, Until You Smile

Isn’t It Better to Be Me, Than to Be Her?

Your Porcelain Doll

A Man Like Me

Cut By A Diamond

నీ కోసం . . . మరిచి పోయిన తెలుగులో

Crush Poem

Her Indifference

SSSigh…!

Happy as a Bridge, Now That You Are Back

My Wife

A Letter To My Autobiographer

Macrolove

What Happens When a Man–a Writer–Falls in Love With a Woman On the Internet?

Matter in Search of Form

Black and White

Rainy night. Sometime in 1989. Our “Book of Saturday.”

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