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Somewhere in Visakhapatnam
Barefoot children stop and stare Gazes arrested By the banganapalli trunk Whose fruit sways gently In a summer wind And brown eyes Calculate trajectory Of..
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Mangoes
When the frigid breeze cuts into my skin Creeps past countless layers of wool Then I grumble to Amma Where are the mangoes, I say..
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For the sister in heaven
For twenty-one days, we’d visit Cold rooms of a strange hospital – Eager to see a baby with hydrocephalus breathe. But I’m glad you never..
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The Young Maid
Dawn cracks over Delhi like a smooth, white egg, sunny yolk of hope, perennially dented, imperfect, in the welkin; on the wall, last night’s smoke..
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Heavy Bodies
“This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then..
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Making Ash
(for Ganga, 1937-2016) “The silence of the dead is easily ignored.”- C. Dale Young You’ll never be archaeology; they’ll never find your bones. Cause today,..
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Venusian Flowers
I examine her face closely on Pinterest— the cracked skin, the oval sidelong face, the ripples of red hair small breasts, strong abdominal muscles, wide..
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French for Downpour
Everything went back to normal: Grandma dead again, me eyeing the farmer’s sons, trying to pull off my gloves as roughly as they did theirs…
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Apart
A pot of potatoes for pirogis now bubbles a cauldron of chicken feet with no alpha in between. Chopped liver should be chopped, in the..
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Outside the Margins
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The snow falls forever
Woken again in the fifth hour to darkness, and memories of a shattered voice who cannot leave his lover, and from the pretty recent past..
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serendipitous
a timeworn legend, this is regarding an avowal of destiny and karma, or call it, kismet and fate that assure nothing but, a soul mate..
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Madonna of the blue sky
long finger-nails cream hands and a smile that drives you to hell and beyond, there’s a boy out there who calls me Madonna we’re back..
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Body Oriented
Reassurance rests on the tendon joining humerus to ulna and brother radius, a plain broad enough to set up cup and saucer in the correct..
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The Little You Know About Yourself
The best of you is rare explosives are what it makes, The places you’re destined to reach was screened by design, The little you know..
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A vignette from a town of triumph
I looked through a pinhole in an antiquated room with an inverted umbra of an aged easterly spire, the mysterious upside-down shadow had me consumed..
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The Faucet
The faucet in our kitchen is getting old I had touched it When we came to see the apartment The first one of our married..
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Blue Hue
This poem won the first prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.
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Garden of the Restless Martyrs
ceramic mustard and ivory shells cradled in fruit skins and ashes once we were doll heads and now we are only ourselves we seem to..
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Jane Doe
Just a few broken bits of bone Some scraps of cloth and a hair or two Marked and placed in plastic bags Is all that..
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the eclipse and the exorcism
It began then, during the ten wet nights of red crabs clawing at the moon, a nymph that had just drowned in a maelstrom; the..
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Street Lamp
When the opaque dusk swells, The broken street lamp’s Pearlescence of glass shards, Overshadows the warmth of light bulb The night is the unsung..
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I set out to paint the light
I set out to paint the light when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect..
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Aleppo
grief in weeks nothing has moved me. i chase something and fail. the screen dries my eyes. no rivers flow in Aleppo…