SatyastutiReading newspaper, Left on the dining table, by my Father.A half daySep 21, 2023Sep 21, 2023
SatyastutiI used to be that snob, who’d give side eyes to people when they’d use ink to make notes in their…Pens and novelsSep 3, 2023Sep 3, 2023
SatyastutiA basement where she was found And the endless sea in which she tried to drown I know that feeling…To PlathAug 11, 2023Aug 11, 2023
SatyastutiI am dead Talking of oneself as one’s dead I read this article my professor wrote The “me” that I…Aug 9, 2023Aug 9, 2023
SatyastutiLove poetryNo one really composes a “Love poem”, these masochists write only of the broken hearts, the want of their veins, the touch-starved lustful…Aug 6, 2023Aug 6, 2023