And other poems 5 am Images of a Street in Delhi Upon the sand-heaped beds, the splooting dogsBegin to wake;…
I carve questions on a White Pine about my inception “Your father made a wish on a Dandelion”. The Pipit…
Questions and Answers The last time I switched careers,a friend had asked –Do you want to leavethis boss, this job…
and other poems Wrote this in my Sleep So many roseate summers ruinedby sermons to self,fumbling to fitinto form not…
and other poems I Can’t Say I know Kabul Anymore the Kabul I knewsaw girls laughingas they rushed into schoolsbacks…
Poetry To the Indus River In Tibet, from the Kailash Mount,Along its highland vale,You come aflow as if a fount,Rolls…
Winter Sparrow I still remember the ruckus you made,flittering around the house on those little legs of yours. Your vain…
A ray of sun True sunshine cracked the boards, Touched my irritated wet feet. Swift blooms sang with green crowds, …
A WEAPON I CALL HOPE Time, I say, is always precious.It may be time to give up,time to leave, time…
The Odyssey of a Kaleidoscope After 30 years of her having gone, they were finally set free,As I hesitatingly pulled…