Trigger warning: Reader discretion advised There’s a reason we grow around our grief Even when it continues to haunt us Day in and out What’s with the irrelevant quote, you ask? Blessed are the forgetful Learning to trust again after a heartbreak The shattered glass remains, yet We’re okay if it contains a…

What does the colour yellow remind you of? Not daffodils, sunflowers and sammanthi poo, It is the fresh disappointing stain on a white tee The lemon rice that gave me 1000 kcal For over eight hours in school, That holy sandalwood paste smeared on the forehead, Mixed with turmeric to remove The fine lines that I…

Photo by George Desipris From Pexels No matter how much I tried To click a picture of the full moon It seemed anywhere but possible It felt like as though it wanted me to Look at the waves, Crashing, and going up and down Like the rhythm of my heart, It felt like as though it wanted me to Look…

Photo by George Pak on Pexels You find personalities as vastly different As the colour palette on Photoshop With their pages either ripped, browned, spotted, yellow or red Holding luggages heavier than themselves When you move into a hostel for the first time One is constantly tired, Another spreads energy like…

PC: Pexels I'd like to bury my what if questions With salt, sand, rocks and charcoal Even when it takes the form of glass And comes back to me I would write down every single question Burn it down to the last ash And dump it in my backyard If…

PC: Pexels Entitled, privileged, white, casteist people would make you believe That the best of creative minds Are found behind bookshelves, Starbucks cafes, sipping hot chocolate, Blue lagoon seas, forgetting themselves inside wide-screened laptops, Backyards, reading fiction, while watering their indoor houseplants, Sitting cross-legged inside a cafe, while adjusting their glasses When you scratch that, Believe in a parallel…

PC: A Madurai 360 Her hands had the smell of malli poo Instead of the mayonnaise that she smothered on the bread that morning When I asked her about it, She would grin, blush and brush it off Even if I give her a bracelet full of stars And chipped a part of the moon For her statement neckpiece The…

Photo Credit: Pexels I cannot buckle my shoes Grab some sipper And run for my morning walk I’m not someone Who chops veges like a pro, Dumps them in a pot While wiping my sweat and hyperventilating I can give you a deadline A month or year from today And you’ll have to deal with it…

My father could draw blood To make pancakes and cranberry juice For my family of six It was never about sacrifice Or being the man of the house But to see us sit together at the table everyday Chuckling over jokes we’ve listened over and over And live to talk…