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Twenty Odd Love Poems was published in 2008 by The Writer's Workshop, Kolkata. 


An old wife’s tale

there is a story they say of an old man by the sea
losing his life slow and steady
watching the deep blue ebb and throb and ebb and throb
as the final sob
of a life led in sin and avarice and misery leaves
him in a slow dawning wonderment of these
fishes that swim about and dance
a play of chance
a play of chance.


When we remember

My breasts are heavy with your absence,

Your head upon it no longer hears

the cave beneath, where bats

steal night-treats to nibble by day,

memory like a ripe fig,

sweet as sheep’s blood,

plaintive to the sharp teeth, and to the sudden

bite, my skin

crumples as folds of time do

when we remember.



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