Blissful ignorance
they say that when death comes the soul borne away with the air traps itself in reflective surfaces. is it because humanity fades into existing whilst refraining from allowing their truths to seep into reality? is it because we glimpse at living through a depleted surface of pretence? or that we allow not our capabilities […]
Varanasi
Inside the sari shop we are sitting. Touching and talking to the vibrant stitchings Of fabrics long -stretched – as if to the River and back, With which my hands make contact, And I feel myself come alive. Of every colour I see, the next one is better; Canary-mint with an explosion of heather, Black-blood […]
More Than My Ending
When I approach your doors, Greet me not with finality Nor pressure me to sleep, Have me not chained and begging For you to lend me peace – For I will come prepared, Ready to accept your hand, And I will treat you faithfully, Hoping life doesn’t end with me. When I cry myself to […]
Heavenly Hell
I feel empty. when the day comes, there is no light. there is a gaping wound in my chest being slowly carved into a second face. the demonic hand grips me with its talons and pushes everything inside me all at once. overwhelming, it makes me feel. yet at once a smile appears on my […]
Heavenly Hell Pottery by Shruti Dubey
Heavenly Hell I feel empty. when the day comes, there is no light. there is a gaping wound in my chest being slowly carved into a second face. the demonic hand grips me with its talons and pushes everything inside me all at once. overwhelming, it makes me feel. yet at once a smile appears […]