Yesterday, a night while
It drizzled mangoes
Instead of water.
I received a pile of good night messages
One by one, a counted pile,
One by one.
A flash, or a pigeon tail
It didn’t matter that time, then
Yet I drove with the… Read More...
Days and days past,
I stare at leftovers
in finished plates of Biriyani-
Bones and bones without
feathers- bones and bones before flight.
Your Umma's hands
dipping your black hair strands
into the white… Read More...
When I was 16,
I wanted to rebel against the government.
O! How to tell you!
But that was a time of blood and gore.
I have watched men run on fire.
By fire, I don’t mean the one that catches your heart,
but the real… Read More...