Poetry
Hello, Brother(A reflection of Zubair Ahmed’s poem of the same name) Sometimes during quiet summerafternoons…
Pressing knees to living earth, prostrating, you may see them: cicada shells, molted skins, amber brown and wisp-fragile as if the air shaped their angles, as clouds are sculpted in the wind.
Night breaks apart like pomegranate seeds in mypalm.The juice is everywhere, but who can see…
The setting is the fictitious hill station of Anandur in the Palani Hills of Tamil…
Before the Divorce On their last night together,he finds her naked on thebed, his right…