Shadowman
Trigger warning: contains themes surrounding death. When sun is down, and moon is outWhen darkness looms and spreadsFrom shadow, tall, he walks aboutWithin our sleeping heads A step he takes, with every breathAs ticking time goes onWith him, the bitter stench
The Candlewick
The clock wouldn't stop, nor was it to slow down, the sun merciless with orange. I Savour the Burn of the arid days. The bleeding sunsets and calm waves, all whispering over and over. Like a broken carousel around and around once again. The
The Stranger
Too strange a stranger felt Far beyond the touch of his world For everything seemed stranger than he compelled A stark parallel better than worse. Too strange everything seemed, yet At the street of his infancy The only nostalgia that seems to hit Was the reminder of
A Cup of Tea – Poetry
Coffee and Tea – could be a light dose of happiness for some people, but for some, their daily routines cannot go by smoothly without a fresh cup of brewed coffee or milk tea. The poet of the month competition,
From Art to Heart
Six years ago, I met a doe-eyed Desi poet (who refused to call herself one then) on Instagram. When I scrolled through her posts, I noticed how passionate and considerate she was in voicing her thoughts with delicate words. And
Love in the time of COVID (Poetry)
You came up to me with your sparkling eyes While I was taking a picture of the blue skies I couldn’t hear you with that mask I kept my phone in my yellow fanny pack You bashfully told me that it was me who
Aeternum – Poetry
The burning embers and the spitting flames, The falling flakes of the silvery remains. But if every cloud has a silver lining, However can I leave mine dying? So I built myself from the dusty cinders, Strand by strand from the scattered flinders. From the cold
A March to Queendom
International Women's Day may have passed a few weeks ago and Mother’s Day went by a few days back, but our love and admiration for these empowering humans continues to grow every day. Despite being exhausted from working with no
Journey – Poetry
The following poem is a representation of life and its trials. Moreover, it mimics the expedition of the game ‘Journey’ and the many stages it depicts within. From the open sands to the enclosed plains of blue, life is an
2020 – Poetry
2020 was indeed a little messy. It left the majority of us shattered and in a state of distress – perhaps by dealing with the loss of someone close, or losing your job over the pandemic. While for some, it