“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
“Ultimately, we will lose each other to something. I would hope for grand circumstance—death or disaster. But it might not be that way at… — Tishani Doshi Copy Share Image
“With me and India it's all about leaving and returning. Madras is home. It's a very complicated relationship. When you are away too long… — Tishani Doshi Copy Share Image
“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… — Tishani Doshi Copy Share Image
“Six months of waiting. Six months of understanding the inner workings of faith and the outer spheres of the world. Six months of time:… — 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… — Tishani Doshi Copy Share Image
