Her eyes drew us first, tender and sweet, yet carrying the depth of Ganesha in his infinite wisdom. Dark brows arched above them, shaped as if to guard their quiet glow. In a city crowded with jagged faces, hers held a calm radiance. She let her gaze rest on the man too drunk and poor for others to acknowledge, and on the woman bent with fatigue from the subway’s grind. She did not look away. In h...

Where Do I Land?

The city hums

a low, relentless buzzing

laced with the stench of human urinals,

the beat of angry cars

nearly colliding,

crashing like tidal waves

if not for fate

intervening at the very last second,

amused by its own timing.

High above it all, I wait

a lone wolf,

while my pack builds the world without me,

dictating who I should become

to belong in it.

They whisper

inequality,

...