Keki Daruwalla Poems
- Migrations Migrations are always difficult: ask any ...
- Before The Word Corn is great, on the cob or otherwise, but...
- Fish The sea came in with her and her curved snout and her ...
- Suddenly The Tree The hive slept like Argus its thousand ...
- Sappho To Aphrodite Long and lonely are my nights. Come ...
- Wolf Fire-lit half silhouette and half myth the wolf ...
- Underwater Notes I am alone in the house. It is warm ...
Keki Nasserwanji Daruwalla was born in 1937 in Lahore in undivided India. In
1945 his father Prof. N.C. Daruwalla retired from Govt. College Lyallpur (now
Shah Faizlabad) and moved to Junagadh as Tutor and Guardian to the Prince.
His latest novel Ancestral Affairs (Harpercollins, 2015) dwells on Junagadh’s
disastrous accession to Pakistan in 1947. From Junagadh the family moved to
Rampur in UP in 1948, where he first studied in Baqar School and later Raza
Inter college. His early education, mostly in sub –standard institutions, was
pretty chaotic, especially because the language of instruction kept changing,
the last two being Urdu and then ... more »
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Migrations are always difficult:
ask any drought,
ask the year 1947.
Ask the chronicles themselves:
if there had been no migrations
would there have been enough
history to munch on?
Going back in time is also tough.
Ask anyone back-trekking to Sargodha
or Jhelum or Mianwali and they'll tell you.
New faces among old brick;
dripping from the lips of strangers.
This is still your house, Sir.
And if you meditate on time
that is no longer time -
(the past is frozen, it is stone,