Here And There

He was a temporary and permanent address, the epitaph said.Wonder what it meant.Maybe he belonged to both,perhaps to none,perhaps his shoes had sands from different placesand the tastebuds on his tonguedrew a world map.Maybe he carried his home in a backpacklike it was a box of Lego blocksand he had built and taken down his … Continue reading Here And There



I will wait for you till the turn of the season when rivers have just begun to get full, their thirst quelled by generous rains that will soon move on further north. Come, if like the river, you too want to be nourished, your thirst quelled with a thousand touches all coming together at once. … Continue reading Wait