PinnedPublished inPrism & PenLooking Past the Transness: The Boy Who Helped Me Love MyselfI did leave him behind, but carried the careful ways with which he was kind to me.Nov 67Nov 67
PinnedPublished inBitchyThe Politics of Passing and the Dangers of NotObservations on visibility and beauty by a transgender person in IndiaOct 2023Oct 2023
Published inThe Howling OwlLost In Blues — A Poem on Mental HealthColours spilling out on empty pages2d ago42d ago4
Published inWrite Under the MoonToothache — A Poem on Self-LoveRelearning to love myself after I let him go6d ago26d ago2
Published inPrism & PenThey Pay to Hear My Pain: Life as a Professional Transgender Public SpeakerWhy I’m forced to package my identity into digestible pieces for profitDec 210Dec 210
Published inThe Howling OwlRunning Shoes — A PoemAll the writings in my mind, waiting to be spoken. But your ears are shut and the door’s wide openNov 275Nov 275
Published inWrite Under the MoonFortified — A Concrete PoemThe doors aren’t bolted, but they seldom open. To be held and to hold with words unspokenNov 233Nov 233