Poetry
POETRY / Sinking in ink
Don’t you see— I can only write dark.
POETRY / Devi
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
POETRY / The wheel of change
Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost
POETRY / Fall
August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent
POETRY / Birth of a poem
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
POETRY / Carpe diem
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
POETRY / Valley of blood
teardrops trickling down / the valley / mingling with the static— / hollow waves of Kaptai lake
POETRY / My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
POETRY / Stories of passing strangers
My train just started / I found my seat / When she called me
Devi
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
Sinking in ink
Don’t you see— I can only write dark.
Fall
August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent
The wheel of change
Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost
Carpe diem
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
Birth of a poem
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
Valley of blood
teardrops trickling down / the valley / mingling with the static— / hollow waves of Kaptai lake
My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
Stories of passing strangers
My train just started / I found my seat / When she called me
Humanity at risk
Was it a spectacle—filmed the whole incident? / Why didn’t you withstand? / Why didn’t you try to desist?