Whether he’s a terrorist or a family man– and whether he’s in Canada, UP or Pakistan– when a state kills without a trial, don’t name it encounter– name it, call it, what it is: either war or murder.
Poems about the dark times.
Whether he’s a terrorist or a family man– and whether he’s in Canada, UP or Pakistan– when a state kills without a trial, don’t name it encounter– name it, call it, what it is: either war or murder.
-for Natasha Narwal and Devangana Kalita Maybe it’s just habit, but even all these months after they locked down the city and took away friends of your friends, sometimes you still float away at that moment when light’s fading and…
-for Shiv Kumar Hauling carts and vendors home, weary horses stop to drink from a bucket on the road at the edge of Saidulajab. They have no time to frisk or roam, just to quench and shake and blink, as…
-Delhi, October 13 Smoke presses down on the 5 pm sky leaving the sun bloated and glowing, like a molten bronze medal, or a strange neon fruit. As raptors glide in high, hungry circles, crows keep watch from ragged rooflines,…
-a letter to the editors Pandit or pauper, doctor or gangster, under the law, professions don’t matter: if they set out to kill you, without a court order, that’s not an ‘encounter’, that is a murder.