poem
POETRY / October: An unfinished poem
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
POETRY / Silence
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
POETRY / Republic of the dead
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
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 / My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
I heard they are changing the dictionary
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
POETRY / Anger and other blessings
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
Dawn of new(?) air
But talks of harmony flood your nose. / Harmony, harmony, harmony—you want it so bad, / and so you put words in our mouths
Ghostly tenants
My father speaks in a dismantled language that goes up in smoke.
The song of freedom
the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box
Prayers of a mother for the sons and daughters on the street
justice—where is justice?
Rebel is a letter in red
Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong
The three day wake
‘You must bury / yourself / Every three days’ / She said, / ‘Corpses are of / No use
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.
Monsoon osmosis
I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves
Colours
Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes
Wonder
I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me