God, To the Common Woman
my god is so tangible, so near. it rains and it sprouts as an egg. it can touch, and it can cry....
Ears
when the common cold struck her, and she cursed the days she used both nostrils to breathe, it led...
Snow
the south Asian admiration for snow is its incarnationssuch as a succession of dust that tumbles...
A Hint of Jasmine
she hovers over two men on a bike beside me. i watch her pull at their noses between the index and...
A Drunken Dance
she held me upright on the grass, at our feet lay remains of white flowers, raat ki raaniwe...