All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right, An emptiness above-- Know that you aren't alone. The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some for all your years.

I don't pick and choose subjects or settings; they pick and choose me.

In spite of all temptations of belonging to many nations, I've remained an Indian.

For a writer, obsession is a good substitute for self-discipline.

You know, I can imagine not writing a novel and writing poetry only.

And an equation is the same whether it's written in red or green ink

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.