Harshinilost and found — a poem about lovebeing in love with you feels like being lost and foundJul 12, 2019Jul 12, 2019
HarshiniThe Room in My HeadI used to be stuck in this dark room in my head. It had windows I could look out of where the light came through, and that’s what I looked…Mar 2, 2019Mar 2, 2019
HarshiniA Crack in the Windowit is midnight in Paris when i close my eyes. a breeze and the smell of cigarettes linger, my senses clinging to the unfamiliar.Jan 25, 2019Jan 25, 2019
HarshiniA Prelude to 2019I’ve created 24 drafts so far and this seems to be my best.Dec 29, 2018Dec 29, 2018
HarshiniDepthsYou cannot and should not make a home out of someone who exists only in the depths. In the dark exists lust, intimacy and infatuation; all…Nov 7, 2018Nov 7, 2018
HarshiniMy Mother’s HairI used to despise my curly hair, how it flew in 100 directions, how it weighed me down, how it swallowed me whole, how it took an hour to…Oct 27, 2018Oct 27, 2018