Soumitra SaxenaWe, the uprisingWe are doomed, yet we are changing the world. We are constantly expanding and multiplying and it doesn’t matter if you kill one of us. We…Apr 30, 2018Apr 30, 2018
Soumitra SaxenaCacklebaitThe sun rises on a white sheet there on the corner I am being constructed by an orange crayonMar 19, 2017Mar 19, 2017
Soumitra SaxenaWe Could Have Been Perfect For Each Other, SurelyA decade or two from now, we’d be giving our respective children instructions on what to wear on this particular day. We would warn them…Feb 13, 2017Feb 13, 2017
Soumitra SaxenaSwallow and CrumbleCount the bricks or pebbles as you walk, my grandmother always used to say. That way, you can keep a mental track of how long it takes you…Nov 17, 2016Nov 17, 2016
Soumitra SaxenaOneRaindrops keeping falling on my head like bullets on a steel plate, perforating my thought sheets. The rain must end, for it dirties the…Aug 31, 20163Aug 31, 20163
Soumitra SaxenaThe Sea of Our BelongingSummers in Bhopal can be really tough to handle, especially if you were coming back after exactly a year. You wouldn’t have experienced the…May 22, 2016May 22, 2016
