Poetry

POETRY / Rebel is a letter in red

Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong

POETRY / Lone house around the bend

Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.

POETRY / The three day wake

‘You must bury / yourself / Every three days’ / She said, / ‘Corpses are of / No use

POETRY / Colours

Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes

POETRY / Monsoon osmosis

I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves

POETRY / Wonder

I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me

POETRY / All that I shouldn’t have known

What I wish I didn’t know is that when your dear friends whisper the word “psycho” behind your back, you’ll grow up accepting it.

POETRY / Omniscient

Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June 

July 18, 2024
July 18, 2024
July 17, 2024
July 17, 2024

Rebel is a letter in red

Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong

July 13, 2024
July 13, 2024

The three day wake

‘You must bury / yourself / Every three days’ / She said, / ‘Corpses are of / No use

July 13, 2024
July 13, 2024

Lone house around the bend

Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.

July 6, 2024
July 6, 2024

Monsoon osmosis

I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves

July 6, 2024
July 6, 2024

Colours

Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes

July 5, 2024
July 5, 2024

Wonder

I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me

June 29, 2024
June 29, 2024

All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know

All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know–

June 29, 2024
June 29, 2024

Omniscient

Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June 

June 29, 2024
June 29, 2024

All that I shouldn’t have known

What I wish I didn’t know is that when your dear friends whisper the word “psycho” behind your back, you’ll grow up accepting it.

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