Archive for the month August 2017

India At 71

How are we free when the State is sitting right inside our bedrooms dictating our every move?

Poem: The Table

At a table in the corner Whirling her world in my cup Cream still appears like a meaning She said, had lost over the years The waves of her desire Gush at my feet on the shore I long to seep away in the ocean I long to go with her