BLOW-UP AT BHIWANDI
After the policemen
had stirred the sudden ashes
with their rifle butts,
peeled off their riot helmets
like tired ‘strippers’
at a lousy joint,
the town was quiet (more…)
Archive for the ‘Poetry’
Pilot’s Love Song
Against the nose
Of your navel
And the flat
Cockpit of your belly
Your pelvic bones
Stick out like a joy-stick
Of a single-seater
I flew long years ago. (more…)
For Anjali
If we had waited, Anjali
You would never have come.
Angel of our deliverance.
And so we drove
A long, long way
Through dusty tracks
Asking directions to your Home. (more…)