To me, sorrow is the emotion that takes up the most space, weighing down my heart every time it strikes. Poetry is my remedy for it. It helps contain sorrow into a form the page can hold in my stead.

To the core. Barbed notes in a soprano’s throat. Port-au-Prince has become an archipelago of open tombs Consumed slowly by the sun and forming an ever lasting covenant. This unrelenting port is a cup ...

In the sparse landscape of contemporary Hindi poetry, Baabusha Kohli occupies a singular space where words often fall silent ...