before there were poems in this house, there was rummy; a pack of 52 playing cards in their plastic homes, stacked on the tallest shelf ever, my 4 year old hands couldn’t reach there. All the transgressions my grandma allowed- a whole bottle of coke, a CID marathon starting at midnight, but the cards were … Continue reading
Featured art by Maggie Stephenson The sky is overcast. It has been this way since I woke up, which was earlier than usual, because the tightness in my chest would not allow me to sleep in. The air is thick and slow, and the slight breeze carries the heat off the tarred road in front … Continue reading
Syllabus 101 includes a new set of recommendations which consists of literature, poetry and other articles. These works contain multitudes about the human condition and their essence glows with a need for more empathy in our ever-changing world. Wonder by R.J Palacio If They Should Come for Us By Fatimah Asghar (poetry) God of small … Continue reading
The sun sets early these days, and as someone who is completely powered by the sun and her light, I’ve fallen into an all too familiar pattern of occasional sadness. These songs aren’t connected to any particular memory but together create a feeling that I’ve felt these past few months. When Amanda Seyfriend sings, “…I’m … 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
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
‘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
Somewhere in the middle ages a saint named Valentine was destined to glide through all of time as a marker of romance. His name today, globally commemorates love and gratitude. The history of Valentine is as complex as a Shakespearean play: catapulting between misinterpretation and dark realities. Nevertheless, love isn’t only neurons firing away dopamine … Continue reading
//you kissed me// we met at a graveyard ironical, because we were two steps away from burying ourselves before we became each other’s tombstone //through a haze of lights// you’ve always been the brighter one, the one who looks like a timeline of fairylights i couldn’t really see through it all //and i stood stunned// … Continue reading
