Must I write today for the sun, what about the blinding moon? Must the day end the night, and the sky a leaf cross, the hiding moon? Must...

"How old are you," An elderly woman once asked my mother. "I have been married for 25 years," My mother said without hesitation --...

बंबई की एक तस्वीर – हाथ में नक्शा लिए घूमना चबूतरे के नीचे चूमना कबूतरों पे हंसकर दुनिया से मुंह मोड़ना ।

I forgot to close the door to my balcony. You came in, A gust of wind. Slowly, Knocked off the Buddha statue. Ashes from last night's...

Interrupted -- By a branch Cutting across its belly Like lightning. A colour Holding -- The weight Of the sun As it sinks into the other...

हाथ आपका जैसे मेरे कंधों पर – रात हमारे नाम नज़्म लिख गई । सुबह गाने लगी दर-ब-दर कि आज बात हो गई । दोपहर में तपते हुए पेड़ झूम उठे जैसे...

Black -- The colour of the coffee I drink, Of the night that refuses to sleep, Of a t-shirt that I wear in a dream. White -- The colour...

Violet The colour of the sky On days when light suspends itself, Disperses Across the horizon Like the changing colours of my cat's...

वहम-ए-दुई भी कुफ़्र है। हम सेब हैं। जिस दिन आप हमसे पहली बार मिले थे आपने एक नज़र देखा था एक बार खाया था। घर के किनारे हमें छोड़ दिया था...

My window has two frames – One holds glass; the other, net. The glass is my circumference of safety It keeps my cat in. Sometimes, my cat...

My poem is a furball. It wraps around itself on my lap And steps on my keyboard Typing gibberish as it strolls. I pick up my poem when it...