readers submission
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
FICTION / The smell
“Stop mocking me, Atif! I am telling you there is something here.”
POETRY / To the Newton of Gaza
Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them
La Marionette
She wakes up suddenly from her unnatural beeline posture, slowly and ever so gently, like a chained demon would after just hours of calculated slumber. I never look.
Love won’t you love me
Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.
Favourite season
Showers and storms give way To a surge of sunlight A fragrance of hope floats in On morning breeze
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