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
The moon looked like a faded orange someone had taken a bite out of, like it was an apple. “They’ve run out of apples, you see,” she explains. I think about all the things we replace only so they would occupy some space. Either way, I don’t really give a damn as long as the … Continue reading
It was sobering finding out getting to know that things were better before the night of the red moon when you became nothing but a line on my palm when you dug an indent into each hand endlessly plagarised words drank from each other’s glasses battering the man resting in a sepulchre … Continue reading
