“I’m sorry, do I know you?”, a poem

For Simran Narwani I was looking for a friend, when you tapped my shoulder from the back and I was confused how to respond back to a recognition from a person that was not mutual. Last time this happened I was in a hall trying to remember something about microprocessors so that I could at […]

Summer Dreams

Interminable sticky hug to a sheet or pillow
morning summer dreams, pseudo waking up,
Hammer of the sun, hitting the anvil,
a hard calloused hand trying to fight
the restlessness the heat irritates its cancer with.