I see your arrival in the molten gold that the sun spreads like a carpet on the sea. you gently sail - a little help from the wind - the seabirds your spectator.
Only a ray of light was quicker than the glance which she gave me in the library; the thousands of books inside had no record of the moment. The chapati bakes on the black tava gets dark patches; puffs up like my heart when she coils the end of her hair on her finger. The… Continue reading Senses
Stray cats Walking, Haunting the naked streets with Their dark grey eyes. It's past midnight And the street lamp - Bright yellow - Flickers. The black bins, Punctured, Tumble in the alleys. Half-bitten, Rotting apples, Roll out in the shadows. The stench of rotting garbage Kisses the still, hot air Of the night. Women in… Continue reading The Reducing Number of Women