Piyush BansalinPoetry in FormThe Other SideWith a lifesize burden on its neck, appalled, only waiting to be a news, perhaps — a slogan on a tee, or some graffiti on a wall.Jun 21, 2020Jun 21, 2020
Piyush BansalinPoetry in FormWindowsSay, when in two months, this is all past and we’re both at Kings Cross, Waiting for the tube to arrive, Just before the rush hour — at 5.Apr 8, 2020Apr 8, 2020
Piyush BansalinPoetry in FormChaiOh, the clouds just escaped, through the craning neck of your kettle, love.Mar 22, 20201Mar 22, 20201
Piyush BansalinPoetry in FormMarch of Baobabs“For the days of quiet are over, And the sun hasn’t risen in weeks, If you’re silent today, It’ll be too late” — Baobab speaks.Dec 18, 2019Dec 18, 2019
Piyush BansalinPoetry in FormSilver LocksYou’ll shed your skin, once. Twice. Perhaps thrice. Until you pay the price, of this bland masquerade.Nov 24, 2019Nov 24, 2019
Piyush Bansalख़तकुछ छे-सात बरस हुए होंगे , दोपहरी थी, जुलाई में | लेटे हाँथ में पँखा लेके, आँगन में, चौपाई पे |Nov 18, 2019Nov 18, 2019
