Ashim Shanker
The arrow of time obscures memory of both past and future circumstance with innumerable fallacies, the least trivial of which is perception. — Ashim Shanker, Migrations, Volume 2: Only the Deplorable (Lulu, 2013)
Category: Indian-American Literature
Agha Shahid Ali
The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The night is your cottage industry now, the day is your brisk emporium. The world is full of paper. Write to me. — Agha Shahid Ali, “Stationery,” The Veiled Suite: The Collected Poems.(… Continue reading Agha Shahid Ali
Reetika Vazirani
I would not sing you to sleep. I would press my lips to your ear and hope the terror in my heart stirs you. — Reetika Vazirani, “Lullaby,” World Hotel (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
Agha Shahid Ali
I want from love only the beginning. — Agha Shahid Ali, from “I want from love only the beginning,” Rooms Are Never Finished: Poems (W. W. Norton & Co., 2002)
Reetika Vazirani
I would not sing you to sleep. I would press my lips to your ear and hope the terror in my heart stirs you. —Reetika Vazirani, from “Lullaby,” World Hotel (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
The Vale of Soul-Making 