poetry, Star Literature

POETRY / Escape

You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down

POETRY / Mould

A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last

POETRY / Delila’s quest (20 October 2014)

Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.

POETRY / Memory speaks

Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up

KHERO KHATA / Making headlines

We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead

POETRY / The Birangona, un-buried

What matters when there's a Motherland to defend? 

POETRY / Pardanasheen

Tell me about this life you live behind the curtain…

POETRY / There is a point to this, I think

Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken

POETRY / Titled 'Loss'

you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again

April 19, 2025
April 19, 2025

Mould

A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last

April 19, 2025
April 19, 2025

Escape

You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down

April 12, 2025
April 12, 2025

Delila’s quest (20 October 2014)

Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.

April 7, 2025
April 7, 2025

Memory speaks

Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up

April 5, 2025
April 5, 2025

Making headlines

We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead

March 15, 2025
March 15, 2025

Pardanasheen

Tell me about this life you live behind the curtain…

March 15, 2025
March 15, 2025

The Birangona, un-buried

What matters when there's a Motherland to defend? 

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

Moving forward

I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

This world is full of paper

at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

Titled 'Loss'

you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again