My Wife

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...

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

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

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...

One look, one word
And I died everyday
I didn’t kiss you
Now, after 23 years
I still live
For one word, for one look
And for one kiss
To encode life
Into my 23 pairs