An Edition of ‘Ease’ Dear Room, Today is probably the last time I meet you, before someone else who doesn’t know of your silences, tears you down. However heartbreaking it sounds but right now when I look at you, I feel you; you are living and I also know of your dying breaths. That day … Continue reading
An Edition of ‘Ease’ it would be wrong to not call this a stream of consciousness because this is exactly what it was, and it was written in one day, when i felt everything. all at once. it was wonderful. i would consider this holding onto that feeling. By Tanvi Singh Tanvi Singh is a … Continue reading
An Edition of ‘Ease’ She dove in – a stream of Sunlight – through the open window. A dance with the curtains, a sweep across the room. Slowly, she lazed over my crumpled bed sheet, like a drowsy cat, ruffling the blue and yellow flowers on it. (The same flowers that a bee once thought … Continue reading
One to the five-year-old boy with a broken front tooth, who once offered an extra flower with the 50€ bunch I bought off outside of a local café, now being a frequent part of my day, but instead I give him a snickers bar in exchange for his extra flower. One to the friend who … Continue reading
An Edition of ‘Ease’ april 26th, 12:56pm The sun is bright. It is a summer afternoon, and the warm rays are shining in through the window. I tried to draw the curtains shut, but the wind doesn’t allow for them to stay in place. It is a cool breeze, a soft breeze. The mesh of … Continue reading
Volumes and vessels. Recesses and rooms. Shallows and shadows. Mosques and minarets. Cathedrals and chambers. You’re an echo without an origin. You’re the volume of a vacant vessel. You’re the magnificence of monuments, you’re a broadway show amidst yellow city lights and a silent history amidst ruined sculptures and incomprehensible scriptures. You’re the blood on … Continue reading
“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
