We all have darkness in us, friendly dark, miserable dark or these frightening ones. I know for a fact or at least been taught that whole is greater than the sum of its parts but every time I think about it, the part in me, that hates someone I dearly loved once, lingers me with […]

When I was a child, I never hoped to stay alive until I turned 22. They say age is just a number but as I grow older, all I see is one step closer to oblivion, one step closer to a chronic illness or maybe grey hair and osteoporosis. A while ago, I was thinking […]

I am a very abstract person. Sometimes you see me calling the sky, a tapestry of cosmos, or cribbing like the sad poet who personifies the moon to be their lost lover in all pages of the recycled journal, sometimes i wonder about the vastness of the ocean, other times i feel bad for less […]

Letters on parchment paper/ deep sighs deeper breaths/ motivations/ incoherent bleams of light/ sunshine penetrating through/ diagonals in skin/ guilt tripping caffeine/ relatable reels/ unfinished sleep and what you call dreams/ incomprehensible philosophises on life/ stained white t-shirts/ extra glass of wine/ comforting silence/ talkative brain/midnight ribcage chaos/ all over the place/ all the way/ […]

In a parallel world, soft round idlis,turmeric stains, chapped nails,gossips, pink frock,sacrifices and silencewouldn’t define femininity,but all the dead needs, the decomposing desires,would speak for the fragility in feminity,the dawned dreams and the dying child,the unasked, unuttered middle name of all women,would speak for her. In a parallel world,women wouldn’t remind you of,a figure, a […]

When I think I that I am not a writer anymore flows words like how love finds one while they are grieving for the one that they had lost. A part of my heart with whole in the shape of a star wanted to be a Saturn for some reason, with rings and glowing, seeking […]

I haven’t breathed lately. I didn’t focus on breathing. I didn’t know if my diaphragm tightened and my chest rose every time I inhaled.  I didn’t look at the sky. I don’t know if they are blue, orange, or violet or in shades of grey like life?  I didn’t watch videos of the sea. I […]

She was a presence, she was an absence. For her flowers were the same. She loved the flowers near the grave as much as she loved her own at home. She slept in the blanket of fears and suspicion, the moon’s melancholic loneliness, her lullaby. She grew roses on skin and never let people touch […]