i can tolerate our daily distance
who is like a familiar stranger
(me in one city
you with her neighbour)
but today it is
a feeling unfamiliar
as if i’m at sea, in landlocked Delhi
while your are away, at the old kala pani
this distance is a bridge i cannot cross
this pain, too aching to be sweet
a thousand miles is too far a distance
for my heart to go and beat
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.