July 2016

A night in roam I can hear the voice of the stars in the silence of their thoughts.

HUNTED Like wild animals wailing In a black forest chased Clogged by their trailer

NO MORE TROUBLE                                              Cuban Missile Crisis                                                October 12, 1962                                                October 28, 1962    ...

Peregrination I started wandering in streets I don’t know, They don’t even know me The strange streets around myself...

DANCE FOR A NEW YEAR The near-midnight streets are littered with the frenzied sales of this day

A-Nostalgic Nothing handy Or handsome To buoy up What’s left of us

Pang and Prayer of a Kafir-in-Exile (An elegy dedicated to the heretic martyrs, who defended our rights to speak)

Flight She sings outside his window the sweetness of spring new life, new home

In My Dreams With hourly news updates, My old city bleeds a little.

Haiku Visiting my ancestral home across the border –