In between the end of something, and the start of something new, there is a moment of stillness and silence, a brief pause which doesn’t quite get completed when the next cycle swiftly begins. Whether it’s changing gears in a…
I sit by myself, in the little corner tinted green. It was curious, the colour. The checkered tablecloth, the tiny cups, the frosting on the cake I regret ordering- all a pale verdant hue. I despised the colour at first.…
The following poem is written in Terza Rima, a style pioneered and popularized by Dante Alighieri, the popular Italian renaissance poet. The style is characterized by interlinking of stanzas, symbolising one continuous tale that starts and ends at the same…
The following write-up is a poetic take on an art piece the creator made. Plastic sheet off the canvas That’s the first step, One has to start somewhere. Falling in love would be the second Just make sure it’s…
I look up at the sky, which casts Iridescence in my eyes, splitting Their sparkle into a thousand hues. It reminds me of the time we spent together, Seated on the park bench, marvelling at the tint that Splashes the…
In a world where black spills from tortured eyes and people drink cups of lies. In a world where darkness forms the core essence and dementors haunt my demented presence. I writhe and turn in this self-made cage, Sculpted out…
Ancient Greek is a difficult language, one could study it all their life and still not know it properly. For in our world of meta and micro dopamine, the simple pleasure of a language centuries dead, disconnected from the people…
After the crash of her getaway car, she lay on the holy ground as the midnight rain freckled her face, She deafened herself to the cameras’ clicks and the high decibels of censure-filled nods, ripping her state of grace. She…
The holy mother of an innocent child Cradles him in her arms From there, it all begins The holy mother of a naughty devil Calls for him to return She’s afraid he’ll get lost Or go away with a…
The following write-up is a poetic take on an art piece the creator made. Thousands of eyes linger on me as I survive, Questioning me numerous times I don’t know what to say so I cry as much as…
