Shweta StormbornMy Wife’s MissingThe weak would never enter the kingdom of love Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera5 min read·Jul 16, 2023----
Shweta StormborninChalkboardThe Fickle CrowdChalkboard Poetry Prompt July 15, 20201 min read·Jul 15, 2020--6--6
Shweta StormborninLiterary ImpulseLike Water Like WordsWords are soaking souls, coloring them intense·2 min read·Jun 19, 2020--1--1
Shweta StormborninGet InsideThe Statues of Our Soiled PastYesterday, my ten-year-old grabbed a metal bust of Mahatma Gandhi and flung it to the floor. He had won the bust as the “class…·6 min read·Jun 13, 2020--3--3
Shweta StormborninHingedThe SculptorI fell in love with an artist. A sculptor. She burned with the need to bring life to her creations. No, it wasn’t a god complex. It was…3 min read·Jun 6, 2020--2--2
Shweta StormborninChalkboardA Longing for the Timeswhen the tips of hair and tongue touched to drink droplets of water sweeter than wine when the child in me dunked its head into a shallow…1 min read·May 30, 2020--1--1
Shweta StormbornSaid Gravity to the host…Excuse me, I must take your leave. Abandon your needs. Without me, bullets out of guns will be like dandelion seeds fleeing the fields.·1 min read·May 30, 2020----
Shweta StormborninLiterally LiteraryToday the Sky Talked to the SeaSea, don’t cry. Tears merely blind you. Take away your truth — that you are made of tears and salt. When you cry, the world won’t halt.·1 min read·May 10, 2020----
