“Battles won amid war is not victory.” ― Faheem Void of motion. Pursed lips. Words within — unsaid; and it’s tough to not say something when you know it is meant not to be said. Vigour is a sunken ship that hit a chunk of ice while in motion — … Continue reading
In Farsi, Birds are called ‘parindey’ And inhabitants are called ‘baashindey’ And even though I know what they are called in Hindi, I pretend that I don’t, And still, I am oblivious to what they are called In the tongue of the French or the Japanese or the Dead. I wonder how a tongue can … Continue reading
‘I am not a big fan of idol worship but have always been fascinated by the people who make the art and the people who walk the wire there. Their faith, belief, arts, colours, music, sound, love, devotion, have fascinated me ever since I can remember. So this wari, I decided to visit the walk … Continue reading
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
