FROM MY VIOLIN STRINGS
To my father who was a man apart
To my son Sharu who is a born artist
INDEX
Ø Come “Shazu” let us leave the gloom of the bedroom
Ø After imprinting images on water
Ø A message that could not be e-mailed
Ø Anguish
Ø Deadlock
Ø Mourning
Ø Mourning
Ø Beyond
Ø Sweat
Ø Feet trinketed and Hannaed hands
Ø When thoughts do hearken to your eyes