No words for blood moon

(Photograph by Shantam Sahai) From a railing where tear drops used to vaporize, I find myself under a sky full of stars. My emptiness (maybe) is a disguise of denial. Acceptance but denial, of facts. I always used to question myself if I am in Read More …

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 …

Crushed a flower with a footstep

(Photograph by Abhay Tiwari) Please, talk to me about who you were before the walls were painted blue; Tell me the bruises, the aches, and time just added another layer of misery to hide it, Tell me you remember it all and the name plates Read More …

Unison

On the rooftop, I looked up to see the stars- I saw them looking back at me, Waiting for their presence to be felt. I felt gravity consuming me, down I knelt. This position seemed familiar to me, But the million meanings estranged me From Read More …