Desi Queen

January 23, 2015

Damp dustin’ Dirty dish bustin’ Grocery listin’ Button fixin’ Biryani flexin’ Underarm waxin’ Children taxin’ Roti rollin’ Husband patrollin’ Dadi callin’ STOP WAIT. You’re late. Bleach yo face, Whiten to taste, Lengha press’d (Ghee-got-you-fat) So damn stress’d! Shower’d & dress’d Tummy surpress’d Now for blingin’ Jumka jinglin’ Panjangla tanglin’ Bangles banglin’ Kajal flickin’ Lipstick stickin’ Final touches, Hair brushes, Get … Read More


December 14, 2014

Diaspora is my home: I live inside of a quiet chakra of overlapping hues Whose color is only understood By being. Definition has edges and endings I know any one and anyone has open ends, Ends like knots in nets Stretching into seas- But I have felt the contours of my existence And found a center that … Read More

Green Card

Did you know green cards are actually green? The well-worn, multi-folded form that stuck Through the back of my mother’s wallet Like a red letter like a brand forever pressed To her throat pointing like A ‘here I am here I am’ neon sign, a giant arrow Above her head blinking the truth. Green-eyed, green-papered, monster … Read More

Mother Tongue

My hand is rolled tight, pressed cold on a glass of Irish whiskey. I have just compared Debussy to Coltrane and my Indian mother has left me four missed calls to apologise for immediately. The sun has sunk into a bed of darkness like a balloon releasing its breath, hoping the air will take back … Read More

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