From the Editor’s PC – Yashasvini Verma
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.…
-Srisonya Subramoniam
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…
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…
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…
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…