Maliha Tribhu

My inner rebel & I

How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this

Ruins & renaissance

The hurt remained beneath my skin like an unwritten revelation—never acknowledged, never tended to;

Dear Van Gogh

Remembering Dutch Post-Impressionist painter Vincent Willem van Gogh on his 170th birth anniversary–March 30, 1853.

Decaying youth

Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.

A Survival Kit

It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s reach, safe and sound in a dust piled corner in the attic.

Harmonies and Haphazards

Street vendors whirl across their neatly kept plastic wrapped pickles, ridding them of flies and moths, covering them from unforeseen dust-storms, awaiting their customers but no one arrives.

Four Chambered Walls

The alarm went off just as the dawn broke through the corner of the indigo shaded curtains; 6:45 AM, 24th October, Saturday. Same as yesterday, the day before that, the entirety of October, call it a few months even.

Memoir of a Songbird Named Childhood

I've always loved painting sunset as it was filled with so many colours. I loved colours. I'd use as many colours as I could to make the paintings alive.

March 9, 2024
March 9, 2024

My inner rebel & I

How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this

July 29, 2023
July 29, 2023

Ruins & renaissance

The hurt remained beneath my skin like an unwritten revelation—never acknowledged, never tended to;

April 1, 2023
April 1, 2023

Dear Van Gogh

Remembering Dutch Post-Impressionist painter Vincent Willem van Gogh on his 170th birth anniversary–March 30, 1853.

December 31, 2022
December 31, 2022

Decaying youth

Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.

January 6, 2022
January 6, 2022

A Survival Kit

It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s reach, safe and sound in a dust piled corner in the attic.

September 16, 2021
September 16, 2021

Harmonies and Haphazards

Street vendors whirl across their neatly kept plastic wrapped pickles, ridding them of flies and moths, covering them from unforeseen dust-storms, awaiting their customers but no one arrives.

January 21, 2021
January 21, 2021

Four Chambered Walls

The alarm went off just as the dawn broke through the corner of the indigo shaded curtains; 6:45 AM, 24th October, Saturday. Same as yesterday, the day before that, the entirety of October, call it a few months even.

November 19, 2020
November 19, 2020

Memoir of a Songbird Named Childhood

I've always loved painting sunset as it was filled with so many colours. I loved colours. I'd use as many colours as I could to make the paintings alive.

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