“In truth isn't it a waiting that never ends like the chasm between the cycles of the world Between separation and union longing and abandonment And somewhere between the waning isn't this what we're left with the music of uncertainty… — Tishani Doshi Copy Share Image
“Ode to Drowing" If rain signals the lover’s return then I am lost in the desert burning like the brain fever bird looking for images of you through mesquite and teak Because there’s no sign of you or what I… — Tishani Doshi Copy Share Image
