Image
I wish I were a song, a melody The love of a note, or a key, maybe a tender voice, or an allegory, because what...
Contact
There is a reason why the skin is our largest organ. We were meant as tactile creatures, no matter Which power they say shaped us...
An Apology
I’d like to apologize For a crime so great That it demands punishment severe I am sorry For being born With the wrong chromosomes In...
Syria, With Love
I saw you cry today Go wipe yesterday's tears away and carve a smile on your face You look presentable now, almost I soon catch...
The Unread
This poem is dedicated to Malala Yousufzai and thousands of other brave girls like her who put us to shame for our callousness as they...
Where Is The Light?
Spring came and Summer followed by Trees dancing with the breeze in a lonely field Only The true sound of your piano Under the...
The Great Indian Stereotype
They see curry on my plate And begin their sad monologue About how 'Indian' I am Wisecracks about my limited career options And remarks on...
Just Stop
When you ask a question long enough It ceases to be one and just plays itself out In a loop Like a broken record. How?...
Light Upon Light
This, he says, is your path: See with your ears, hear with your eyes. We'll bind your mouth shut with silk ribbons; the unborn speak...