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Unravelling

For Daddy. I have tried to extend a couplet my father wrote when he was researching his post doctoral paper on foreign influences on Mughal Paintings in Budapest. This poem is a tribute to him on his birthday.

The immaculate petals, with hues from the canvas of a water color artist, the ombres The lilting, shifting, blending transitions that fade and intensify and play …

Love and vicissitudes

Wafa, vasl aur khudgarzi

What you long for is what you once had, and lost.

From one jungle to the other

To him and his memories …

Homeless shrine

In remembrance of my father.

When he left … August 16, 2020. Wrote this on the eve of my birthday the same year. His absence.

Stealing into a forsaken room. Wee hours in the morning , birds, stars and memories.

What can you steal ?

What defines strength ?

Dreaming a dream