poem
POETRY / Saree
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
POETRY / Heartache
I’m going through a heartbreak
POETRY / Cyan is my name when I talk about you
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
POETRY / Seventeen
Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.
POETRY / Relaxed reminiscences
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
POETRY / The hills
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
POETRY / A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
POETRY / Can loneliness be a disease?
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch
'Resist': Sehri Tales selections, Day 11
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
Saree
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
Heartache
I’m going through a heartbreak
Cyan is my name when I talk about you
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
Seventeen
Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.
Relaxed reminiscences
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
The hills
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Can loneliness be a disease?
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch
'Resist': Sehri Tales selections, Day 11
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
