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 …

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 …