White
A white page is more beautiful than a poem; it is a funnel through which you can inhale love, exhale anger, and just be.
The Voice
“Dare me to fight, My inner demons now. Teach me, teach me the devotion, Of your voice, its bass.”
The Still After A Storm
Often, it’s not the storm itself that raises the most difficult questions. It’s the silence, thereafter.
Death and Other Hallucinations
Death is a warehouse, a sunflower, a DTC bus; perhaps even the purpose of life. Or is it all a hallucination?
Your Deccan Heart
Sometimes, old streets and by lanes of a city are a memory, a joy which ring tears or a song. For a poet, the Deccan is one such place.
In The Indian Coffee House
The art of leisure is perfected at the Indian Coffee House, where you can sit for hours without having a sip of coffee.