Supriya JWhy do poets lie? /How do poets die?Painted mask with a painted grin. I carry the corpse of a poet within.1 min read·Feb 16, 2022----
Supriya JMy heart - an ancient citadel that smells of rain.With fragile boulders and dust-filled crevices.2 min read·Oct 4, 2020----
Supriya J“What’s your favourite colour?”I was once asked, What’s your favourite colour? And I could not say a word. I have now figured that out.1 min read·Sep 16, 2020----
Supriya JThe morning reverieEarly morning breeze, rustling of the leaves. Mist in my hair, magic up my sleeves.1 min read·Sep 4, 2020----