At the Lodhi Crematorium
At the Lodhi crematorium,
as the fire took her - outside
it was still raining - our hugs then
were longer,
warmer.
Archive for authorAkhil Katyal
Born in Bareilly, U.P. in 1985, Akhil Katyal is a writer and translator based in Delhi where he also teaches literature. His writings have appeared in The UCity Review, North East Review, The Four Quarters Magazine, The Bangalore Review, Ezra - Journal of Translation, Earthen Lamp Journal, Ivory-Tower among several others. He has translated the works of Mangalesh Dabral, Wislawa Szymborska, Agha Shahid Ali, Om Prakash Valmiki, Dorothy Parker, Langston Hughes among others. He finished his PhD from SOAS, University of London in 2011. Write to him at akhilkatyal@gmail.com.
When All The Gay Boys
When all the gay boys get their shit
together, go to the gym and get fit
My Love
By night and day, the lady would sit and weave, my love
till Lancelot sang his ‘tirra lirra’ and she would leave, my love.
Now you say it was so …
