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?
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 nostalgic poem that yearns for home. Do read.
Here’s a poem that reflects on the genocide in Gaza.
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.
What does childhood mean to you? Does it remind you of happiness or is it full of stitched up wounds?
This poem narrates the plight of those who endure turmoil in conflict zones.
A poet lives through memories through verse — of rains, family and parents.
To bear witness is not always to shout—it can be to listen, to stand beside, to speak only when it amplifies the unheard.
The pain of losing someone, knowing that they would never come back, is real, inexplicable.
Here are verses that metaphorically narrate our relationship with the silent sentinel in the sky.