Heart Sleeve

There is a window 

This poem, that day

A crumpled piece of paper

Soiled rug

Beach #Ghazal

The Hand

Over the constant undercurrent of rustling leaves, Biren heard the chirping of birds in the forest die. He took cautious steps towards Ramesh, who sat propped against a tree, bleeding. When he got closer, he found Ramesh motionless.

A Singular View

The bobbing twigs

Metro

"Thank God!" Ria let out a sigh of relief as she felt the cool waft escaping the temperature-controlled metro carriage on her face. The door had parted like a mother's embrace, but it became less inviting when the contents of the carriage spilled out, swamping her like slime.

Cosmic Cacophony

I read

Waka #1

I tied the moon to

Umbrella

(The poem was first published in Gulmohur Quarterly)