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 …

Drugged

(Illustration by Abhay Tiwari) Every vacant corner and cavity of my heart where you seeped in permeated and rendered whole. I messed up and as the holes crept in; enlarged, engulfed us. I lost us I lost you I lost me As you left away 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 …

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 …

Coolie from Tawang

(Photograph by Shreya Aggarwal) Amidst the crowded chaos of his historical workplace; the Nizamuddin Railway station, gnawing his time away; tenaciously thinking about the seraph of his life, whom he left in the Holy Buddhist land; protected by the mighty Kanchenjunga. His gnawing came to Read More …

Don’t fall in love with me

I will take you to the meadows and let you feel the nature’s wave wash over you, while the sun shines not too bright and the sky is just the right color of grey. You will learn to fall in love with silent libraries, spiral Read More …

Just for you

(Photograph by Abhay Tiwari) “Seems I failed to feel the real love.” It was a thought since morning and suddenly I saw your picture in my photo gallery. I saw you, smiling and beautiful. I went to the thoughts of beautiful white lilies and star 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 …

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 …