Abhishek SenguptainLit UpPLACES DON’T EXIST: 3. StaircaseWhen we were children, we sat on the staircase of an abandoned house. The stairs led up to darkness and fearDec 12, 20171Dec 12, 20171
Abhishek SenguptainLit UpPLACES DON’T EXIST: 2. WindowPapa calls me a dream. Or a nightmare. He can’t decide. They’re equally frightening, he says.Oct 24, 2017Oct 24, 2017
Abhishek Senguptainthe CafeThe GlowThey say the sea ends when the morning comes, and morning never comes.Oct 24, 20171Oct 24, 20171
Abhishek SenguptainLiterally LiteraryAnd With This Hand, You Shall Not SinWhen Styja went away, she left her hand with me. I kept her on my pillow when I went to sleep. Some nights, she’d weep blood.Oct 23, 2017Oct 23, 2017
Abhishek SenguptainLit UpPLACES DON’T EXIST: 1. Sand DuneA series of poems that may be nothing more than a story. And a story that may be nothing more than an essay. Always as real as the places.Oct 19, 2017Oct 19, 2017
Abhishek SenguptaA Taste of the Salty SkyIn the morning, when I go ambling down Styja’s skin, I come across a few seashells on its shores.Oct 17, 2017Oct 17, 2017
Abhishek SenguptainLit UpFadeI have two brains. They are paired to think on two separate lines, working simultaneously. But it starts getting troublesome when thoughts…Oct 7, 20171Oct 7, 20171