The Eiffel Tower blinks dumb golden tonight— Microwave beeps, again Seeking attention. When I think of mistakes Recent, others worn out in the playground of stronger boys Who picked …
A poem on how a woman's day is circular rather than linear.
A poem about knowing someone for a long time.
It is funny how home changes and alters, how it forgets us when we leave but remembers us the moment we step back in.
'I know what it feels like / To be brutally snipped and uprooted away / From home to home'
'But we saw the world here, unfolding in all its mystery.'
The author writes about moving back to India a few years ago after growing up in Mauritius, and being on the brink of major life changes.
A poem about the author's strained relationship with his mother.
'Now it ran dry, the serpents long gone, the tree still stood like some afterthought.'