“To write is to seek out in the tumult of the burnt bone of the arm that matches the bone of the leg.”
Alejandra Pizarnik
Portrait of a Father as an Alcoholic
The Table
Ghazal for Dida
Euphemisms
Circles
There is no time here
Time is a motherfucker
A braid of unknowing I tie before you
My childhood and its scent of a bird caressed
a condensed history of my father’s addiction
There are 51 Descriptions of you on the wall so far
What it is is what it is not and what it is not is what it is
Dida
I am is a sentence, you are is not
non-alcoholic nights
Metamorphosis
Endlessness
Right behind you & other translations
Ganga, Back Home
Nameless & the way waiting becomes an injury
Rings of Saturn
This plague of ritual & other poems
Three Questionnaires
राम नाम सत्य है
Saffron & other poems
Holding the Fingers of Water
Aubade & other poems
Blindfold
Labyrinth of Sickness
We didn’t bury him
tug of war between whisper and rumor
Salman, Bombay
When I ask my sister to explain his bad breath
Mosaic of My Father
Grief does not wait for death
An Elegy Beginning and Ending with a Bomb
