पोलिश कवि ज़्बीग्न्येव हेर्बेर्त के लिए छह कविताएँ नेलकटर नेलकटर आदमियों से चिढ़ता है, वह एक भूखा जंतु है लेकिन आप उसे कीट-पतंगों या सरिसृपों में से किसी भी समूह में नहीं रख सकते। अपनी आंतों की बीमारी से दांत किटकिटाता वह पनी चिड़चिड़ाहट के बीच भी आपके हाथ की सुस्ती पर तेज़ निगाह रखता [...]

Burked Ballads Do you not remember me at all? I am the hill that never sleeps, the tree that lies by the street, listless, longing to breathe; the vine that tangles across your fence, waiting on death and its trail of savage footsteps. Do you not remember me at all? I am the forest that [...]

EAT Cooking for one The onion slices are concentric, Stump-like, circles grooved in. They do not bespeak age though, Just as my ankles do not. The long, hard carrots stew quietly, The pot contains them well. I protect myself From the stove-flame’s licks. Peas, parsley, broccoli and bread Banquet the old tablecloth; Medievally spread, That [...]

Bollywood Soundbite: We Are What Love? In there, we string palms. Weed-stung, the melancholies of withered gourd-seed scatter, announcing the auspicious end. No black-mouthed villain awaits in the post-production darkroom. Instead, we encounter the razing of outtakes and silences. Movement finds no arrhythmia here; to view is an act of repudiating direction. I manifest the [...]

The Empty Swing that Creaks at Night as a guest to your memories, i often lingered on a darkening road careful not to step on the grass. Invited to watch through a bright square window a table set for three how often I wonder about her that I am not as she flits past the [...]

Smothered The mind is a stuffed animal: crammed with sardines, nailed onto thoughts, jammed into silence. Hanging from the wall, it stares bulgy-eyed yawns and creeps into an unfriendly body. It now lives inside a face in the shade of a tongue, and breeds. Wake Up Will you wake up with tears of a dead [...]

Sem(a)ntics Reverie in Flight: an Airport Poem 1. Hey men with extra large pecs, when Did you stop thinking? And then so many I see walking Tall cellos by their sides Tailed in black tapered coat and tinsel Hey ladies in taffeta scarves And imagined Britney behinds When did you stop dreaming? 2. So the [...]

1 Across the river snow is falling softly Closer home the clouds descend, in joyous unleash the lambs jump and low, just calling out, entranced by their own sound returning from afar. The wind blows suddenly and stops, listening Something has moved invisibly on the surface of sleeping waters. 2 And then the world becomes [...]

प्रतिमान वो एक पुरानी दुकान बब्बन हलवाई की वहां मिठाइयों से मिक्खयां भगा रहे एक वृद्ध स्वाद बचाने का कोई व्रत हो कदाचित. कहते हैं सन बियालीस की लड़ाई में इनकी टांग टूट गई थी गोतिया था लिखने-पढ़ने में होशियार सो उठा रहा स्वतन्त्रता-पेंशन. इनके जीभ में किसी जिन्न का वास है         तुरन्त बता देंगे [...]

भिखारी रामपुर हर बारिश में ढहता है कोई पुराना घर उठती है नयी बखरी. हर साल उखड़ता है कोई बूढ़ा वृक्ष लुटती है किसी की गठरी हर साल उगता है नया अमोल हर साल पड़ती है खेतों में मेंड़. हर साल मिटते हैं कुछ नाम कुछ नये रखे जाते हैं ऐसे ही चल रहा है [...]