I Look More Indian When

I'm Quite Aware Of My Differences. I Wouldn't Classify Them As Weird

Life Is A Constant Struggle Between Being An Individual And Being A Member Of The Community.

Books And Beer Are The Best And Worst Defense.

And None Of These People, Not One Of Them, Had Loved Any Of The Others Well Enough. Failures, He Thought, We're All Failures... He Wanted His Love To Be The Wine And Bread, And The Blood And Flesh. He Reached For Her, A Dangerous Stranger In A City Of Dangerous Strangers, But She Turned Away From Him And Walked Unsteadily Through The Crowd. How Many Loveless People Walk Among The Barely Loved?

I'm A Poet Who Can Whine In Meter