Layers of Longing —Shreya Sharma

My beating heart is a drum a thunderous rhythm reciting an epistle of my grief. A concoction of      togetherness & separation. There are layers of longing;    of being seen    and seeing    of a single touch    and being touched    of love    and being loved. I swallow nights in countingContinue reading “Layers of Longing —Shreya Sharma”

“Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)

“The sky is your canvas”,the book to all ailments said,“there is a joy in filling it up with life.”But as I finished my 157th sketch,as I finished my 300th one,as I finished the one with no count attached(the one I called “the limits that were stronger than me”),as I write over all that I hadContinue reading ““Even when things are right” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)”

Consequential Circumstance | The Vision of Poets

i am afraid that i will forget days as soon as i live them so i make lists to force myself to live to force myself to remember that i did live (that i was alive) (because is it really living, this?) recoding everything i have ever done like it has any meaning at allContinue reading “Consequential Circumstance | The Vision of Poets”

Poetry Day 322 —Not Not Nerdy Girl

i am afraid that i will forget days as soon as i live them so i make lists to force myself to live to force myself to remember that i did live (that i was alive) (because is it really living, this?) recoding everything i have ever done like it has any meaning at allContinue reading “Poetry Day 322 —Not Not Nerdy Girl”

The Mirror of my Memories – Shreya Joshi (Wild Scared Crazy)

Her eyes, wide and gleaming,Filled with love, hope, and curiosity,Such a sharp awakening,From a deary loop of mundanity. Such high expectations from life,So many dreams to be fulfilled,In such a hurry to grow up,To be independent, move out. Little does she know,What’s yet to come,Life kills hopes and dreams,And sucks one into a routine. InContinue reading “The Mirror of my Memories – Shreya Joshi (Wild Scared Crazy)”

“The door opens slowly” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)

I turned another cornerand walked into another housethat I knew nothing about.The owner, the god of this land stood thereoutside in the gardentelling a child how to create more beautiful loops,how to somersault,how to find more worms, more of everything.An adult placed like a talismanthat couldn’t keep meor what I bring with me away.He didn’tContinue reading ““The door opens slowly” – Nayana Nair (it rains in my heart)”

Into The Wreckage – Daffni Gingerich (of Daffniblog)

She wades in her black sheets the way someone would look if they were stranded from a wreckage. She survives with glistening skin and an octopus tangled in her hair. It’s no miracle. She’s eaten raw meat maybe even gnawed at her own flesh. But she raises her arms overhead to be saved the wayContinue reading “Into The Wreckage – Daffni Gingerich (of Daffniblog)”

My Peace – Sundaram Chauhan (My Short Stories & Thoughts)

Starting from scratch yet again Why do I keep falling back to zero Was so far ahead so fast that they declared I was a hero There perhaps dear God is something you want me to know But I only wish you’d use a kinder way than pushing me so low Each time I lookedContinue reading “My Peace – Sundaram Chauhan (My Short Stories & Thoughts)”