Thursday, April 20, 2017

I know that your book-shelf has


but may I suggest,
Mr. Prime Minister, 
though it might 
cramp your style
or who knows 
you might just love it,
Rana Ayyub's Gujarat Files
read it before you shove it.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

मांस की हल्की महक - सुकीरथारानी

tr. from Sukirtharani's A faint smell of meat tr. from Tamil by Lakshmi Holmstrom

उनके हिसाब से
मैं, जिससे मांस की हल्की महक आती है,
मेरा घर जहाँ छिली हुई
हड्डियां टंगी हैं,
और मेरी गली
जहाँ लड़के मस्ती से फिरते हैं
जोरों से गाते हुए, खाल से पिरोये
नारियल बजाते हुए
सब इस कसबे के किसी बाहरी छोर पर रहते हैं।
पर मैं, मैं उन्हें आश्वस्त कराती रहती हूँ
कि हम तो सबसे आगे तैनात हैं।

The Indian army kills everyday in Kashmir

but the Indian army is still such a saint, 
because the day the Indian army somehow 
forgets to kill, the Indian army calls it ‘restraint’.

Dilruba: A Ghazal

I must have been nine when I first saw Dilruba,
the show 'Shrimaan Shrimati', year 1994. Dilruba,

who loved his neighbour's wife, quite inexplicably,
'coz the joke was the limp-wristed, see-saw Dilruba.

In one episode they said he was born on 6:6:1966,
such a 'Chakka', the whole room was like "Haw Dilruba!"

The worst is I remember I found it funny, I laughed
and yet felt a dread that took years to thaw, Dilruba.

Each morning, the school ground was fifty yards of fear,
a senior had yelled, "Hey," as if finding a flaw, "Dilruba!"

And yet they named him 'that which ravishes the heart,' this
was also his meaning, Akhil, just that you never saw Dilruba.

Saturday, April 1, 2017


You know what I think of him -
he's a bad top who doesn't rim.

"पापा, बताओ न क्या लिखूँ,

क्लास-टीचर ने गाय पर निबंध लिखने के लिए कहा है।"
- अख़लाक़ की पोती