A poem on post-operative delirium and the moment that hinges between life and death which reveals the sheer precarity of existence.
'I am the mundane I cannot escape.'
A poem on missing the romance of illusions and dreams as one gets older.
A poem in memory of my long-lost close friend.
A poem describing the blossoming of flowers in Delhi each October.
The older generation is now planning road trips and outings together; they are happy to invest in community living and value freedom.
In this poem, the author navigates his grief after an accident left him paralysed.