Who are they ?
Where are they queuing, standing on fragile limbs
Squatting calmly on the floor, feeding babies, massaging dry bones?
Poetry
How A Man Is Undone
It attests to how effortlessly, how easily, just with a click of a mouse, a woman or a man in India can be undone.
Sunday Morning Scene
It records the daily life of the Murshidabadi day labourers. They come from nearby villages to the town for work. Some day, they are hired. They have no way but to return home in empty hands on many days.
Sand-Eating Humans: A Chronicle of Hunger
Should people eat sand or clay out of hunger?
In our stories,
grandmothers have enough anecdotes
in which mothers would put stones in a boiling pot
the sound would act as lullaby
for screaming bellies
The Colours of Deaths
Even death is not democratic. Some deaths are celebrated, and many deaths are denied. Some deaths make headlines, many go unseen.
Farmer
I walk to the cropping field every day
Its grasses, creepers, crops, and clay-land are my dear ones.
It smells fragrant in my breathing,
Moulana’s Khutba
Moulana goes to Gaza, Moulana goes to Kashmir, UP...
He, however, does not know that his
People are mostly migrant labours,
Ill-clothed, ill-fed,
Hate Me
It asserts the power of women. They can be abused, raped, or murdered, but they have the power to steal the dreams of their killers.
Many Rapes After A Rape
In this rape nation
a raped girl is raped thrice
once in the seminar hall
once on the TV debates
and once again in the narratives
of the learned men!
Rabindra – Sangeet (Tagore song): Chitta Pipashito Re / Geetoshudhar Torey – My eternal mind is pining in thirst
My eternal mind is pining in thirst
For the ambrosia of a hymn.