- 28 October 2016
Narcissus left his last kiss on my forehead,
like Anna Sergeyevna kissed Bazarov
Sensual pleasures are like a butcher’s knife
and a chopping block.
I held my own vigil
till my heart was buried deep
- 20 June 2016
For crossing passages
I have a visa
as Israelis passport
in the hands of Palestinians.
For going past the ‘Checkpoints
I possess an identity card
- 25 January 2016
Rajans’ little boy
Grasping the sky with his naked eyes
Calling the moon
Waving his tiny hands
"Nilaa Nilaa oodi waa
- 29 April 2015
Night’s darkness surfs - sleepless
A star’s brightness breaks darkness
Singing fish - your name they sing
Tarakie, it’s your voice pleasing
No, no, they aren’t sweet
those songs make ears bleed
- 08 February 2016
Jim Crow segregated hostel rooms.
Ceiling fans bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the books
and blood on the papers,
Black body swinging in mute silence,
Strange fruit hanging from tridents.
- 22 December 2015
His silver and gold are corroded.
His lungs beget a fungus .
I was a neglected sperm; this Small Cell, already a cell
which makes his alveoli become the galls in a dried leaf,
- 05 January 2015
That day, the house where his body was lying,
was abandoned like a graveyard
The last sip of the tea served for a sleepless sigh,
had also gone cold.
An ant that was behind time