Starved Soul

it was like a pig in trash wearing ashes of a cigarette with the smell of urine; insects eating the ash because there’s no skin. it was starvation till bones and until, eating bowls were under the eyes. there were no words or stars, it Read More …

Devi

(Illustration by Anubhav Nagpal) 21st century, like horse of Troy Birth of ‘her’, celebrated with joy (Equal rights and opportunities) No longer; treated like a toy (?) Women, independent (!), fearless (?); going out (Still molested, groped, felt) but they don’t shout Choosing a path Read More …

Addicted

(Artwork by Ritvi Ojha) She comes for me every night, Embraces me in her seductive cloak, Filled with needles; Painting her grey roses with my blood, She breathes suffocation. Every time’s there’s a lump of weight Stuck at the center of my throat (Making it Read More …

The Voyage

(Artwork by: Anubhav Nagpal) A voyage with all in a ship of their own; It begins with a cry and ends with a mourn. It’s easy in the beginning; just cripples in the water, But as you go in deep, some get slaughtered. Tides, enormous Read More …

A dark night

(Artwork by: Anubhav Nagpal) It was a dark night. It was always, for as long as I can remember, And I remember all of it. We couldn’t even mumble of mornings; I and my darker soul. We wouldn’t dare. We wouldn’t stare too long. It Read More …

Lost in transition

It wasn’t a promenade Of the collage of memories, Which is about to fade In the alley of reality. Can’t you feel its osculation? Long before in the depth of woods; Amidst the ooze of your fascination; Pliable as the skin of yours. Betwixt the Read More …

Skylight

They called me something I was not. Something was a speculation, a misperception. It was either a relief or an escape, But it was a burden I cannot bear. I was human enough in amplifying emotions, I too generated inappropriate feelings. Words are my best Read More …

The healing madness

It was at night in the garden of weed When I was anxiously searching for an OCB And my desperation explained my OCD When I saw you standing in front of my flaws, And behind my dreams. (You pulled one from falling and pushed another Read More …

Flawless

“I will not let anyone take away what’s standing in front of me.” It was my imperfect skin On yours that made it perfect. When you started completing My incomplete sentences And I felt what you couldn’t understand About yourself. Maybe then it was it. Read More …

Lies of a Cosmic Saint

Sometimes few moments, Leave us Still.   So still, that there seems no reason Or purpose To move. Being still becomes Our truth. The truth, we always want To be with.   That truth, with which, We create such eternal thread, That it leaves us Read More …