my heart was in a battlefield today defeat had touched my dreams truth as i had always known it to be writhed torn and begged to breathe demons came raging from hidden caves demolishing my faith, denouncing my dawn mortal wound crushed my land as it lay twined in my ambushed heart then a sound came near from far away so far it exceeds all my reach and yet it was here, carried on another sound whose decibel…
the heavy teakwood doors burst open. binota and gopaler ma looked up startled, a few bodis fell off the muslin cloth onto the mosaic floor and broke and scattered. she came running out, her pale pink jamdani saree billowing, the pallu flying behind her. she held the fine gauzy gold tinted cotton bunched up in her fists on either side, lifting her saree at least half a foot off the ground, her ankles clearly visible, almost her shin, as…
the sea writes its own poetry the breeze doesn’t care, it sings essays drift by on falling leaves petals wither and tell stories i have marked my world with limits and laws i have shut out my poetry silenced my song i undulate and meters get set i whistle through and melody begins i fall and a world gets composed i die and the story is told where have you hidden your poetry where have you buried…