Tonight the moon dismantles itself throwing a crescent on the earth while the sea in my veins evaporate. I lay on the bed watching home turning into a forbidden territory like the fruit that marked existence of the life and pain and grief came along in the birthday present. I try to write a haiku … Continue reading Moon, an analogue for pain
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Open the door
Inside the four walls of my room, memory seeps like a fungal infection, turning the white walls, green. Green is the colour of my envious nature, as pointed out by random people in a family function. Throughout my age, I have wondered about loneliness but I finally gave up. Today, I do not want the … Continue reading Open the door
The Poetic Elixir 
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