
Words are shells and stones,
memories inscribed in sand
Published poet exploring home, memory, and belonging
Finding home in between worlds
My poetry explores the spaces between cultures, the weight of memory, and the meaning of home. Born in Delhi and now living in London...
After my cycling accident in 2022, poetry became my way back to language.
“
Stack up like shells and stones
my recollections in linear patterns.
Inscribe my name, in sand.
”
Book
What we say is home
Broken Sleep Books, 2020
"This is a very promising debut..."
– Jacob Polley,
T.S. Eliot Prize Winner
Anthologies
O Beautiful, My Country
'#smokedown' (Dec 2020)
Clayhanger PressBridges
'Neuro-Mandala' (Dec 2018)
Newcastle University
Magazines
Under the Radar
'Partitions' (forthcoming - 2025)An Anthology of Creative Writing
- Newcastle: University & Centre for the Literary Arts
Four Poems (2024)Strix
'Termination' (2024)
The Cardiff Review
'Almancil' (2020)
Listen to itUnder the Radar
'Arranged Marriage' (2019)Tears in the Fence
'Off' (2019)
Selected Poems
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The red-bricked clock tower in Delhi announces my arrival, soon I will board a train
for the four-day journey to Assam
My nappies will dry on the window grilland then I will go to find my first bicycle
in Nangal, root my childhood complexesbefore dashing to a high rise in Bombay
where I will idolise Amitabh Bachchan anddrive in a Fiat for four days across Thar desert
to my grandfather’s village in DelhiI will fly away from him to the garden city
of Bangalore, eat Dosas and Idlis, get good gradestake a bus to the desert town of Pilani where
I will make lifelong friends, drink, smoke, partybecome an engineer and start a job in Delhi
then make it to Hyderabad to study some moreand move to Bangalore to start climbing the ladder,
erase thoughts of past loves, get marriedand move abroad to start a new life in Reading
fail in business, then reboot in LondonHere I will change my children’s nappies, start
a new job, find a voice, write these words. -
Inspired by Anjali B Purkayastha’s painting “Home”
This is a topographical chart, a web
of destinies taking quantum leaps,
a microbial strain of my translucent blood,
separating neural pathways, left-right, right-left.
Shards strung together, bolted barbed wires,
a web of webs, a maze of mazes,
like the pattern of that peacock feather
I collected from my grandfather’s tin-
roofed veranda, singing a song
whose words I could not understand.
A place I called home, the child I was
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On the day I suffer major trauma. A bleed and bruising on front and left side of brain. Storm Franklin hammers the UK with strong winds, floods, and grey skies.
I have braved the storm on my bike for Gails in Willseden Green. On the journey home
A car door swings into me, my helmet, high vis jacket and I are flung six feet into the air, into a dome of sky, then this earth. The sun signals morse codes on rising ripples
unseen, understood. The sea. I check directions. The sun is exactly where it should be.
At this time, this place. Admission date: 21st February 2022. GCS score 3. Chances of making a recovery: 4%.
My Approach to Poetry
English & Hindi
I work in both languages, finding that each accesses different parts of memory and imagination:
Speed writing
Translation as a craft
Everyday moments
Cultural identity
Workshop Experience:
Dances with words
Online 4-week poetry workshop for high school studentsIntroduction to Poetry
Headway, North West London
Current Projects
Sorting through my archives to develop partially written ideas and poems.
“Dixie Tango”: A comprehensive collection of poems reflecting on the transformative journey of my life following my accident. The title "Dixie Tango" serves as a reminder of my experience, as it was my codename in the Accident & Emergency (A&E) department when they didn’t know my name.
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