A sultry afternoon— when sweat pools beneath your arms, a slow, nauseous psychedelia. Light fractures off the tarred road, glistens like...

All the blacks got washed today. She soaked them—     in warm,     lukewarm           water— gently. They puffed. Slowly   they rose. At...

A Tale of Awakening, Recognition, and Return What I encountered last evening was nothing short of a miracle—one not only of this...

बहुत ज़ोर से हँसती हो, बाप रे ऐसा कहाँ ससुराल में... पहली बार जब बहू बन के आई थी वो। अचानक से चुप हो गई थी उस दिन। शादी से पहले कई बार उस...

I felt numb— like a carcass, limp and graceless, laid on a slab of ice. A taxidermist hovered— clinical, exact, scraping away the...

Tourist Family Tourist Family bravely enters the contentious terrain of illegal immigration— a subject that too often feels divisive and...

I waited— for Eternity , for Love , for that soft touch that grazes the blades of grass, like dew on a cold winter night— quiet, tender,...

Bookstores overwhelm me all the time in a way a library doesn't. Inside the aisles of a library, I find a sense of continuum that is...

The morning news broke gently, like frost on glass: Ten people injured in downtown Boulder— raising their voices for Israeli hostages in...

Saturday it stopped raining after a spell of ten days. Bangalore had the shine back on its dust again. As the afternoon progressed into...

Clad in his crisp kurta with just a hint of pink— a pink stolen from the flamingoes I once saw gliding the altiplano laguna of Chile—...

when you are withering from the inside, who holds you? is it the polar easterlies, that beat down your body thread by thread— take your...

-continued from Dance of Love (An ode to 40 Rules of Love) As we danced, abluted away with love— Kimya watched. She stood still, wrapped...

- An ode to 40 Rules of Love Last night, the dervishes of love beckoned me… “ Come, dance the Sema. ” I hesitated— “ I know nothing...

If I were rain and the light all just dimmed For a city that's parched in waiting I wish you were wind that sways my hips When I splash...

After life

Unexpectedly, when an afternoon Cools, to let a draft in That blows your curtain sheer, I get a glimpse of your radiant Eyes, and an...

The day we live in

The Longest Sleep

The blues in my life seemed to spill into Sunday as well. It was Mother’s Day—one of those days already soaked in emotion—and I found...