- 25 January 2016
Sadurshan
Sadurshan,
Rajans’ little boy
Every evening
Grasping the sky with his naked eyes
Calling the moon
Waving his tiny hands
"Nilaa Nilaa oodi waa
- 22 December 2015
The Small Cell
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
The Black January
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
- 26 December 2014
Last Station
Does someone
turn back time from 9.25 am
bidding the enraged
dark waves to return to
some unseen abyss,
long away from the shore,
as a telephone rings ceaselessly,
- 05 September 2014
I would photograph scars
I would photograph scars.
If only I had my old Nikon,
and a lion’s marigold skin,
I would camouflage there
to photograph scarred silence,
the silence of war.
