Fiction & Poetry

We have not witnessed a house of worship being destroyed. We have just flown a few thousand miles after cutting the wings of the birds in lieu of certain needs. After having offered a…

As I gazed at your light green eyes, You smiled and said, “They could be misleading.” Tumultuous has been your past. At teens, You had a romance and a boy; As you…

Things are clear yet hazy. The marks of dry pimples on your face, The zebra glass frames under your trimmed eyebrows, The lines of the smile on your moped lips. All that was in…

If only the night was morning And the morning was night Would silence exchange Its exasperating breath With the constant din? Would the clock ticking away Wait for everyone To…

In that grimace smeared across your face, Like a Glasgow Smile carved into your cheeks, In your trembling arms, unwilling, To stitch up the raw ends, scared, scarred. I am there.…

These days you sing At almost every gathering And I follow you shamelessly. I breathlessly drink your voice Its shape, texture and tone With an abandon That sometimes…

At times I think with Your blessings I was born into this world A purpose to pursue Obligations to fulfil for the good of others Laurels gave me a lot of pleasure though transitory…

The river is like a flowing history Or a curving geography of civilization So many cultures nurtured in your lap So many cities lost in your waves In your bosom you hold so many…

Yet again, I wonder why my mind is attracted to bow, at your blue feet. See, tainted, I have smeared injustice, all over my ebony body. Time and again, You say, take this path....…

I keep my head bowed Let you decide, My life for me, my choices,  Even my thoughts and my desires.    I keep my voice hushed  And let you choose for me,  Who I must…