Khero Khata
FLASH FICTION / The floodlights
Chaos. More chaos.
FLASH FICTION / Dual faces of an unseen predator
In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.
POETRY / Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests
Stay in a group, never in alleyways
POETRY / A man walks into a bar
a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy
POETRY / Bulbul pakhi
“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College. Please stand clear of the closing doors."
POETRY / The things I wish I had never known
I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed
POETRY / burnt honey
i quite like the smell of cloves, even more when they're burning/ turning charcoal in front of my eyes
POETRY / The searing beast
Sweat beads upon my brow, my shirt begins to cling/ The vile monster's tendrils reach out, adhesive
Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests
Stay in a group, never in alleyways
Dual faces of an unseen predator
In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.
The floodlights
Chaos. More chaos.
Bulbul pakhi
“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College. Please stand clear of the closing doors."
A man walks into a bar
a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy
The things I wish I had never known
I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed
burnt honey
i quite like the smell of cloves, even more when they're burning/ turning charcoal in front of my eyes
The searing beast
Sweat beads upon my brow, my shirt begins to cling/ The vile monster's tendrils reach out, adhesive
