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 …

Departed

(Artwork by Srijita Basu) A hell lot of unease engraved you, for the moment you had touched me (for the first time); pulling me a bit closer. But it was a lot more congenial for you than the last time; You have flaunted yourself to Read More …

Wilderness

“Fucktard! You hard tonight? Yea come over, bitch! I’ll have the drinks ready And I’ll have myself for you” Should we be these animals biting into each other’s bodies; ripping out cavities off our withering conscience and quenching thirst with the last drops of passion Read More …