First recited at the Rio Grande Valley Poetry Festival 2021, this piece speaks of India, Kashmir, the death of the girl child and infanticide, the rapes, the blinding injustice under the garb of a lockdown, the otherness of communities, the hun
This is a personal narrative reflecting my relationship with my mother who died six years ago in a fatal road accident. A trailer skipped a red light and crushed the vehicle in which my family was travelling. She didn’t make it. Which was just
Midnight sonatas buried in dreams that hover. Words rain, pour, or sometimes drizzle. Soul worn on sleeve my words have no control. They remain free. This is my world where words play and dance and there are no rules because every single one ge