Our Marriage, Made in Heaven

With flooded eyes, you look at her face, You hear her calling you, You straighten your focus, Already bone taut, Already seeing only her, Hearing only her, No, no, you don’t want anyone else, Anything else, just...

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...

To an old friend E. Eleven years of soft smooth skin Your hungry hands, Quiet, questioning, Waiting, tired Still a friend. Now this song Makes me Quiet, questioning, Wondering Why am I rooted in you? Are you my country...

Black. Let me try this one, she said, “…can I do this by my own…?” Pushing him away A self-deprecating Twist on her lip, Still smiling, “I look …..y,” Nearly taking it off White...

Suddenly awake, head flooded with A painful “thud” that made me cringe in pain. Stupid alarm radio. Always does that. It began its song already, ignoring me. Sleep. It never comes to me free of images. Now...

She said this morning, “I don’t know what I am in for, Am I lucky or unlucky…” Ask me why I didn’t say anything, And more important, why I didn’t feel Anxious that she said this. I...