Hushed moans all around The dilapidated cottage Obsessed by a call I’ve come For an appalling reunion With the ghosts Of my forebears A touch sets off The rush of adrenaline Not a moth Neither a waft Not the incense Of ginger lily Jade to bear witness I am not here Far off In a sinister study I peruse a memoir … [Read more...]
Mithuna S. Nath
Mithuna S. Nath writes on Indian Review.
I have told her to stand nearby While I rummaged around For the mislaid days Nowhere to be found In the drawers of a brisk pendulum You needn’t tell me that she’s gone I know the needles have taken her away. … [Read more...]