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Tag Archives: Poetry

Sartre, Dostoyevsky & Chai
Photography / Writing

Sartre, Dostoyevsky & Chai

Posted on December 30, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Jean-Paul Sartre says that humans live in a constant state of abandonment and anguish. You are what you are and not what you are not, but you can choose to be what you are not by not being who you are. It’s the simplicity of existence & the undying need to hold yourself accountable. While … Continue reading →

Send me your sky, I’ll send you mine
Poetry / Writing

Send me your sky, I’ll send you mine

Posted on December 26, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Featured Image by Vijay Sarathy I’ll send you my sky framed in the pixels of my phone,  and you send me yours, promise me that you will, so that we can try to find the same details in both the  pictures like it’s a  puzzle from kindergarten. I want to know which cloud  is from … Continue reading →

The Material Series: Part 3
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The Material Series: Part 3

Posted on December 16, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Part 3: The Self and Relationships “People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.”                                                                            … Continue reading →

The Material Series: Part 2
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The Material Series: Part 2

Posted on December 15, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Part 2: Mental Health and Self Care “Ten times a day something happens to me like this – some strengthening throb of amazement – some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.”     … Continue reading →

Ancestral Home
Poetry / Writing

Ancestral Home

Posted on August 13, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • 5 Comments

Featured Image by Siddharth Sapre the kitchen in my ancestral home is my grandma’s fortress,  home to the women and a guesthouse to the men in my family.  6:00 am knows my grandma’s morning face,  her unpinned saree and tangled grey hair.  stored in the creases of her palms are untold stories of  her very … Continue reading →

Hair
Poetry / Writing

Hair

Posted on August 8, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Featured Image by Ishani Das Deep slumber has met its end I get off my bed  a black waterfall rises and falls beyond my shoulders a million streams of water dark as the night relish in their freedom just as I grab a hair tie tie them up and get to the day.   Hours … Continue reading →

Promiscuous
Poetry / Writing

Promiscuous

Posted on July 29, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Featured Artwork by Ellen Von Wiegand I’ve let several hands roam over this body; seeking resolutions to all my conflicts Holding on to pocket-sized phrases from one night stands, and injecting them in my spine In an attempt to stand a little taller than I am. I’ve let pulsating fingers scuffle through my hair in … Continue reading →

In these times / we must together (Choruses 1-4)
Poetry / Writing

In these times / we must together (Choruses 1-4)

Posted on July 23, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Featured Artwork by Saloni Goel Chorus 1 In archwayed roofs we sit beneath                  our lives that’ll continue moving  without stopping to rearrange      for what we most  need.    Chorus 2 When silence  stops            on the corner to eat & the  food cart. … Continue reading →

notes on life or the lack of it
Poetry / Writing

notes on life or the lack of it

Posted on July 17, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

Featured Artwork by Tara Anand This is a poem. This is a poem about a poem – about all the poems, clogged in my mind, entrapped by my mind – lurking beneath the cracks and crevices of my mind – incessantly toiling – to come out and see the light of this laptop screen This … Continue reading →

Forgotten Monologue of Fine Things
Poetry / Writing

Forgotten Monologue of Fine Things

Posted on July 5, 2020 by esthesiamagazine • Leave a comment

This is about reclaiming yourself as something that holds value even after being lost, broken, and quintessentially forgotten. Vintage here has been used as a metaphor for holding value. can you imagine that one day we cease to exist and all that’s left behind suddenly becomes of value maybe it’s the watch that your dad … Continue reading →

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