Seasons gathers two decades of poems by

Vaibhav Madhok — a body of work that moves,

like a year, from autumn’s grief through

winter’s reckoning to the turning home of

harvest. In English and in Hindi, these poems

sit close to the hard things — loss, doubt,

the long dark stretches — and find, again and

again, a soul that keeps soaking in the warmth

of memory and the hope of good days to come,

and learns that the present moment is enough.

A warrior dissolves into the color of the

sand. A cloud weighs a hundred elephants, and

learns to float. A bell rings, and becomes

part of the air. Spare, unguarded, and built

on images that stay with you, Seasons is the

record of one person learning, across a life,

to hold things loosely — and to call the

ordinary day beautiful.