One day while you were tilling the ground, you found your mother’s voice buried in your backyard, in a glass decanter inside an earthen pot that
I bet your ghosts were not stunned into surprise when bulging and lifeless, your bodies emerged from the sea to mourning: ‘who asked them to
Strong men deserve flowers too, To lighten up their day They too need to smell the scents of lilies and roses To colour their world Strong men
At 8:22 am, she sneaks back into her husband’s house like a thief in the night He meets her in the hall and pleads with her He tells her
segregated. punctuated & separated. shelved in columns and deathly rows skeletons lay bare on a white page bound together –
When death becomes the first breath you breathe at birth, when your throat becomes familiar with its stings when death writes your
No one comes from where I come from No soul one single season on the soil survives And stays soft – snail-soft simpleton or dumbbell-soft Yes,
If I rise up as many times, and always once more, Than I fall under life’s dizzying battles; If I am able to smile in parallel measure, In
50 grams cocoa powder 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 225 grams plain flour ½ a teaspoon baking powder When we think of the recipes of our very
A dystopian fuzz sprinkles an enticing scent, the kind that makes bedlam almost palatable. But still we sing, march, hoping that the fog