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POETRY / Rebel is a letter in red

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

POETRY / Raw Magnolias

This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant

POETRY / I've seen love

I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood

POETRY / A means to an end

go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars

POETRY / Saree

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

POETRY / Cyan is my name when I talk about you

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

POETRY / A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun

Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm

POETRY / Sleepy ghost flight

You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me

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

June 8, 2024
June 8, 2024

Raw Magnolias

This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant

June 1, 2024
June 1, 2024

I've seen love

I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood

May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024

A means to an end

go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars

April 27, 2024
April 27, 2024

Saree

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

April 20, 2024
April 20, 2024

Cyan is my name when I talk about you

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

April 4, 2024
April 4, 2024

A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun

Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm

March 21, 2024
March 21, 2024

Sleepy ghost flight

You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me

March 20, 2024
March 20, 2024

The smell

“Stop mocking me, Atif! I am telling you there is something here.” 

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