The poet on an empty train
Three short steps and the poet is on the train. He turns back and smiles. The three steps remind him of a haiku and he mutters: Three steps and I’m gone Conversations change forever Seasons come and go. He slowly swivels on his heels to face the compartment and watches the fans pretending to dry...
Letter to Aditi
Hi there Aditi Listen girl, I love you. But this doesn’t mean I’m not going to tell you all that you need to change right here, right now and on your face. Err well, it isn’t easy for me to look at you and say anything so I need to write it all down. Yes,...
