Two Buds Of The First Flush
byHere’s a poem that narrates how two souls experience the purity of love.
Here’s a poem that narrates how two souls experience the purity of love.
Do we sometimes, unwittingly, discard our literary masterpieces—our gems—in the bin?
This poem is a lyrical, haunting, whimsical meditation on the unknown. Do read.
Read this poignant poem that shows the normalised brutality of chopping down a tree.
Read this melancholic poem; it tells life’s bitter truth as a lyrical verse.
Here’s a poignant, irreverent poem about life, lust & loneliness.
Here’s a nostalgic poem that yearns for home. Do read.
This poem tells a vivid, fantastical story. Do read.
We climb into darkness, windswept mares in hand, as lights fade into endless, weightless light.
Here’s a poem that reflects on the genocide in Gaza.
Where does a poem live & where does it go when it has no more readers?
Posters on rape, on trees uprooted—funeral pyres burning—hope now a bygone thing.
How do we understand life — as a blessing or a burden? The choice is ours.
We may ascribe divinity to animals, perhaps even make them into sculptures. However, the way we treat them says a lot about what we truly do to them.
Memories, written as verses, can never be erased from our being; they bring joy & help us hark back to the days gone past.