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
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
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
We interviewed Nikita on what drew her into the passion for music, thematic implications in her songs and individuality. 1) What initially inspired you towards music? Was it always a part of your upbringing or did you have a “eureka” moment later on? Remember when back in like early 2000’s we used to watch music … Continue reading
“I wanted to be the man of the house”
is a fictional comic in response to the universal, post-coming out question,
“When did you first realise that you were not straight?” Continue reading
// Your bones are falling to the sound of gravity The beats are rising. Scars are like leaves scattered on the ground Crunching as you try to let go of your wounds and walk. Your head is between two walls, ready to get crushed You don’t even have a place to hang it down in … Continue reading
walking past the same pavement every morning I like stealing short gazes at you and on some days by the look in your eyes I can say how you love flowers the shade of crimson and white on sundays, that would perfectly decor your table and add hues to your coffee, I remember how you … Continue reading
Shrouded by glacial cold The shadows clinging to my fingers Like roots intertwined in soil They don’t let me Live I can’t breathe. This darkness It’s pushing me down It’s tearing me up I can’t move I can’t breathe. Silently steaming Like a candle snuffed out I suffer in smouldering pain Choking from my own … Continue reading
