an anthology of poetry
on board the sunshine metro
reading room in a library
sanctity garbed in retro
meeting ‘the best of civil lines’
a lifetime of work by Sakti Burman
two cups of conversation in the canteen
and alphabets on trees, dangling in the sun
momos and vegetable soup
summer shopping awhile
roadside ginger tea, to boost
your smile, the smile
that adds meaning to my life
making all of it worthwhile
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.
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