On reading Mumbai’s Ghazal by Raef Kazi I dream of Delhi sitting in Amsterdam tonight Glamor in the lawns, silk…
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Bruegel and my Son
My son age 11 took a picture of the school playground covered in snow To send to his classmate who…
Rebellion and Romanticism
The night in its limitless darkness a black hole engulfing all thoughts The picture of James Dean on the table,…
The Uterus Inheritance
I remember the Ambassador rides from Bhubaneswar to CuttackYour tussar sari draped around your shoulderAt home you would read files, make notes"It…
The Last Post of 2018 – a ghazal
I asked him what should my last post be year end He said, reflecting creatively on the year end How…
Home – a ghazal
That time of the year when people are heading home A glittering tree, boxes with bows, welcoming you home She…
An Open Letter to Ravan on Vijayadashami
Dear Ravan, You of ten heads, master of six shastras and four vedas, blessed by Shiva, with twenty eyes and…
