Heart Sleeve

There is a window 

This poem, that day

A crumpled piece of paper

Soiled rug

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.

Save Earth from poor journalism

Cosmic Cacophony

I read

Waka #1

I tied the moon to

Umbrella

(The poem was first published in Gulmohur Quarterly)