poem
Love poem for the reflection in the mirror
I will not even begin with the skies
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
Muse of Melodies
Eurydice, his beloved, lost to the shades, In the underworld's depths, where darkness pervades.
Shokoruno Benu Bajaie Ke Jai
Who is the one playing such a plaintive tune on a flute
KA DINGA PEPO
It is odd that nowadays One seldom hears the words
If I Speak
Tell me what to say when I need to speak, If I have to say something, So what can I say: look at that
Silent screams
Let us raise our voices, let us be heard, / Justice for the dead, let their voices be stirred
Reminiscent
I remember the wallowing hole inside of my chest, / hollow and bleeding
Not everyone looks at the sky with the same weighted heart
Once, I believed there was a crown on my head. The heart was brimming with life and light Brimming with boundless force to surpass any spread. Among the crowd, I was always one
Prompts
The pavements are hotter in winter, the rain never wets the asphalt and I never tell you to do anything else other than “be”.
The colour of revolution is red
And along with our bodies, the rage keeps on, / we chafe and bleed and clot and steer; / we go mad and nude
Love, when you’re an adrenaline junky
And in spite of knowing this/ In spite of the absurdity of it all/ You let yourself fall