Anarkali!What’s this noise in the courtyard of your tomb?Whenever I feel lonely and dejected,And this world kills my creativity,I open the windowHere...
The table was small, and he had put too many things on it, things large and small, precious and fragile, placed in...
(Dedicated to the Palestinians)I walk through the city of the dead,Burnt bodies, broken limbs, and shreds of flesh hung down from their...
A world That turned its back On seasons of love And timely harvests Invested in new hybrids Were the new corporates Altering...
When I was frank with water And my mind was blurred to see a letter There was a holiness laid in my...
A loner I sat on a tree On an even lonelier branch On solitary leaf Looking for company In city Deaf to...