Amidst the crevices and folds of this mystic nature that surrounds us lies the deepest solace that solitude can offer. Delhi, India March 2017

Awake

It is this restless sleep that keeps us awake  In two beds, two homes, two cities, two ways A tiredness that can't put us to sleep  An anxiety that makes the heart weep  Two ways, two fates, two paths to tread  Leading somewhere we don't know For now we take the first steps, but these…

Of Dawns and Dusks

Alone I traveled on the cobbled streets, twisting and turning like a maze, lined with a canopy of green trees, soundless, still, with a faint rumbling of engines from vehicles, forgotten in the quietness, with the sun more than often peeping in from the car windows and illuminating the interiors. The equanimity of the vicinity…