Bookshelves remind me of the aloneness
of thought. In the stillness of their spines
lies the essence of experience beckoning
bibliophiles to process their perfections,
gleaned by grokking maze of milestones.
Solitude prods me to pylons. Known to
connect they suspire for itinerant members
of the corvine to stop over or for deviations
in their dogleg. Every affiliation is emotional
travel. Close relationships are excursions.
—Previously published in Bluepepper (26 September 2016); appears here by author’s permission
is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: The Tower Journal, Peacock Journal, The Greensilk Journal, The Bond Street Review, Rasputin, PoetryMagazine.com, The Penwood Review, Easy Street, Novelmasters, 3:AM Magazine, Morphrog 14, Poetry Pacific, Transnational Literature, Postcolonial Text, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.