Monday, January 15, 2007


“The sand on the river bank …
Much like the bygones of my futile existence
waits for the last wave before the night…..
like the vermillion of the sati consummated by the fire
bears the look of the temple priest who had a nymph to sleep with…..”

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Dead End

Dead End
The road to what was once my home in Kashmir....zuv chum bramaan ghare gachehae..