A healing poem for two young cousins caught in chicken pox's nasty grip.
Category: Fiction & Verse
I Am Not a Kashmiri, but I Am Sorry
A poem that highlights our alienation from the constant tension in Kashmir.
The Colour of Our Nation
'I'm the new curtain over the fourth estate.'
The Indian Version of ‘This Is America’ That We Have Been Waiting for Is Here
'We are BJ-Party, party born to rule, we just want your money, money from you fools.'
The Victims of Numbness
This poem talks about the fallen victims of depression, who are mourned briefly but nobody ever learns from their deaths.
There’s Been a Coup in the House of Literature
Can a video really compare to the depth of the written word?
When a Place Forgets You and Not the Other Way Round
'No more over-sweetened tea with friends, or waiting to get a coffee and hoping the machine actually works this time.'
‘I Remember Holding You, All Five Feet Three of You’
'Now that it is over, you say, we must know how good it was'
The Exchange Programme
A set of poems for my friend Scrappy, as she prepares to leave for Italy.
I Don’t Know Who Killed Me
A poem about the trauma and injustice of living as a woman in a patriarchal world