These poems belong
to a particular period of my life. The years
are 1990 to 1995. Now that time has gone by
and I have moved away from it, I am able to
look back and say, Yes, I lived that
I went through this. The
poems in Black Wind are from life in general,
while The Silent Scream is one condensed experience,
which I have tried to describe not only in my
foreword to those poems, but also in an afterword.
Though all the poems belong to
the early 90s, I have added four recent poems
to this collection which appear at the end of
Black Wind. Unchalked Squares was
written in December, 2003. There Was This
Man, The Last Debate and Theres
a Melody In My Pulse are also my recent
work. The Stench of Sanity at the
end of The Silent Scream was a rough sketch
for a poem scribbled in an old diary, for which
I have been able to find words only now.