We spend a lot of minor portions of our day waiting, which later on add up to become major parts of our life, which we spend, waiting. For cabs, for job opportunities, for food delivery, for meetings, for bad days to end, for love. I spent many portions of many days of many summer breaks, … Continue reading
This is the time for a storm, The boat is settled on a pistachio shell lathered with planks to hold lotus bulbs coffined deep down the marsh where the heat from you plops at all the constant curves of mine and the cuts of my curve. I am here – a new cinnamon fern … Continue reading
By Yash Pandit About Yash: Yash Pandit is a student of Literature and has unfathomable love for bikes, books, and breakfast food. Currently he runs a magazine called Whiplash, and goes around taking photos at every music festival he can get into. He is always up for stray-dog petting marathons and air-guitaring to hard rock. … Continue reading
The bitter east wind Carried me to the lost land Where gods go to die. I saw Zeus stagger ashore His scraggly grey beard Reeking of wine The coils of his hair Seemed to have been combed By a thunderstorm I saw contempt flash in his eyes Like lightning The pain of being forgotten He … Continue reading
What is rust, if not time? Born of white, grew into yellow, and died at bronze But why don’t pages rust? Is it because the words carved into them don’t have enough metal to beat the metal? Is it because they don’t have enough magic to beat science? Or is it simply because bronze can’t … Continue reading
I open my eyes to the sound of birds chirping, alongside that of a lawn being mowed a few feet away from my open window. My phone blares, telling me it’s time to wake up and make the most of my day. I turn it off and get out of bed, ready for some coffee … Continue reading
you lit the fire and you waited for it to hold us captive in it’s orange kindle, to burn into our skin till it could taste the relinquish of our muscles, to seep into our dreams and paint them the colour of nightmares, to lift us up and crush beneath us all our recklessness, to … Continue reading
