Pulitzer likes the rubble better than Paradise
Tired of writing poems of defiance Those that reek of blasphemy and fire Read aloud in a voice refusing to crack Here I shall not rebel...
- Aug 3, 2021
- 1 min
On six days out of ten, it does feel like home
There is a kid somewhere in the world, who feels guilty for sleeping, without feeding the doll. And there is this girl, who talks to a...
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- Aug 3, 2021
- 1 min
Half of my dreams are soap bubble fallacies
Soap Bubble Large Wabbelig Huge I. My god breathes in the smoke of a thousand incense And breathes out security That mothers with...
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- Jul 30, 2021
- 2 min
Paper swans out of your discarded suicide notes by Swati Barik
My mother asks me why do I Give my poems names Like wheelchair, a crutch, an inhaler A one bedroom beating heart Why can’t i call...
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- Jul 30, 2021
- 1 min
Love faces language barriers
So much of love is lost in translations. it spills out by the time it travels from one human to another. for the man at the subway has no...
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- Jul 28, 2021
- 1 min
My parents don’t sleep in the same bed
My parents don’t sleep in the same bed. To a six year old girl, That never mattered. But to a seven year old girl, it does. She knows...
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- Jul 26, 2021
- 2 min
Re-dying in 4 steps (when the depression relapses)
/Assume all trigger Warnings before you start reading this piece of writing/ i) suddenly the sad in my sadness seems so thirsty as if it...
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- Jul 26, 2021
- 2 min
Baba always said he wanted a son because—”Sons lit the pyres”
Baba had stopped talking to me when I was in class six. I wanted to learn Kathak. He wanted me to study law. There are only a few...
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- Jul 26, 2021
- 2 min
We are a generation of displaced anger and 140 characters.
my grandmother tells me in their times when ‘Mahabharata’ was telecasted every Sunday morning neighbours crowded in our house from...
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- Jul 26, 2021
- 2 min
My mother is one-fourth the woman she could be three-fourths the woman she had to be
my mother is decreasing she tiptoes barefoot about the house to not make a murmur of her existence my mother is contracting she nibbles...
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- Jul 25, 2021
- 2 min
We believe and believe and then believe some more till our faith becomes a series of arithmetic prog
When I say I want Oxford dictionary to replace the word childhood with falsehood I’m 90% joking but also 10% dead-serious. It’s 2009, Ma...
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- Jul 25, 2021
- 2 min
The universe needs me to be a bad daughter on a few days
My relationship with my father is not what you’d call strained. It’s probably a Kesari chai mishap that soiled a small portion of our...
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- Jul 23, 2021
- 2 min
Never fall in love with a writer
Never fall in love with a writer because their love comes with a messy disclaimer, their love is only theirs, never yours, (even after...
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- Jul 21, 2021
- 3 min
A love letter written by my right hand for my left
somewhere, a little girl appearing for her math exam smashes our faces, and believes she will score the highest; a man temporarily glues...
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- Jul 21, 2021
- 1 min
I hope your next lover looks more like disaster-management lessons and mine, less like a catastrophe
you implant subtle disasters in the vacant pores of my skin every time your brown-sugar hands touch my desert-sand body. the first time...
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- Jul 21, 2021
- 2 min
My therapist tells me to practice spelling out S-T-O-P I-T everyday, the words that I should have y
(Assume All Trigger Warnings) Summer afternoons have always been too salty, A kind that squeezes up your throat in a way, that it even...
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- Jul 21, 2021
- 2 min
Self belief is a rollercoaster ride and i was born with motion sickness
all the keepnotes that couldn’t turn into poems // i. i miss sleeping next to the sienna-eyed boy i love. look at me – a poetic monster –...
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- Jul 19, 2021
- 2 min
At 15, you realize you live in a country where kissing another boy is illegal and you realise you we
My amma did not raise me to be a poet, nor a feminist She asks, why are you a feminist? Amma, when you’re raised in a household run by...
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- Jul 16, 2021
- 4 min
The aftermath of an Indian suicide
suicides travel accompanied by history, anthropology economics, politics, literature of all sorts and obviously, the cinema! and what...
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- Jul 10, 2021
- 2 min
Art is the only thing death can’t touch
Art is a manifestation of grief, It is a rising sun, A clear sky after days of downpour It is a brooding mother, Photographs of times...
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