Excerpt of In my summer era, circa 2003
"Urgency still too clumsy a thing for my girl body to hold
My bruises turned the color of my walkman and
I'd wear shorts anyway, say look how we match,
Look how fashionable my falls are"Excerpt of Primrose poultice won’t heal us
"each cyborged by a falling tree
I wear the paper that becomes me
the words never stick
so I keep half lessons
of Ghalib and Faiz, blended:
now everything is like my heart
dil-e-naadan tujhe hua kya hai?
My heart, blood stained and beating
My heart, innocent"Photo Credits: Shivani Gupta (me)