Between the tug of war of the comfort and familiarity of the past as seen through my rose tinted glasses and the uncertainty of a future I can’t really control, whispers the present
Oh, pandora
But don’t be so scared, Pandora. Because it is your hope that gives us the strength to live, it is your hope that makes us see when our vision is all blurry.
Sunlight to our Shadows
10:30 pm- Quarrelled Flipping through the pages of an infamous folk tale, we accidentally halted on the thumbed ones. The one with derailed opinions. The one with sombre expressions. Next up- an exhausting exchange of sentiments. 12:30 am- Eclipsed Wings All pre-concluded conjectures have now settled in heavy air. With collywobbles, and a heavy chest…
The White Mercedes
But even though you’re in the backseat, riding at almost the speed of sound in the car of a racist homophobic man with a weak heart, you don’t feel like you are in danger.
Wafting Desires
And when I look to the heavens, The sky bled, With the taste of her nectar, The birds chirped Against the cacophony of her thoughts The tree swayed To the harmony of her breath Along the river stood the wizened mountain Whispering in my ear to enslave her to my hunger -By Pearl Udham Singh…
The Evolution Of Society
Generation gaps are fascinating, and they are becoming more frequent. A 60s and a 70s kid saw the same trends growing up: Doordarshan, disco music and baggy pants. 80s kids grew up with the rise of video games and cable TV, and their elders told them how silly those things were. The 90s kids will…
The Name I Have Doesn’t Feel My Own
Happy Pride Month all you LGBTQIA+lovelies, you are all valid and seen ❤ Like the newly empty space Where my tooth used to be The empty space where my tongue used to go Over and over again Just to feel familiar with the space, Or maybe I just liked the hurt it gave. I lie…
Natsukashii
20 years it’s been Since I was back at this place I push the gate with an uncharacteristic haste. My steps, short and quick My eyes, darting all around. This is not like me I say to myself it’s been 20 years since I was back at this place. Standing in front of the door…
A Gay Love Story
You are both the girl in the relationship, that’s kind of the point. Someone forgot to say ‘bless you’ this one time you sneezed and now you are cursed. You believe math is a gay communist. You live in snake houses and you’re tired of the constant hiss, so you run. A voice unravels…
𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙊𝙀𝙏𝙍𝙔
We want to scream thousands of pages where brown and white would be only two shades and not walls between Men, to pull out thorns we have in love by ejecting words that are unsettled in our limbs. . We squeeze all the glitters out of the universe and dip our pens in it to dye…
