Up here in the hills,
we eat clouds.
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Leaving Bangalore – January 2013
On a cold morning, this ride to the airport
is an exercise in remembrance.

Happy New Year 2013
The year’s end is a no man’s land,
its worth is its worthlessness,
casually keeping two worlds apart.

Right to Rape
Come take a seat in this bus.
If you are a voyeur, there is choice meat here.
You don’t have to stop at that.
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