Uday JhunjhunwalainPoetry in FormA haiku for the land of my birthI will hold my breathe until yours returns to you. You return to us.May 8, 2021May 8, 2021
Uday JhunjhunwalainThe JunctionThe moontends to our dreams laying them down one by one on the bursting starsJun 27, 20201Jun 27, 20201
Uday JhunjhunwalainResistance PoetryIt’s heavy, manit’s heavy eight minutes and forty-six secondsJun 23, 2020Jun 23, 2020
Uday JhunjhunwalainStorymakerI sit at a windowblurred by the rain, the almost viscous flow obscuring my reflection…Jun 11, 2020Jun 11, 2020
Uday JhunjhunwalainResistance PoetryI bleached my eyespoured Drano in my ears thinking I could purge everything I’d seen and heard my heart swollen from the absurdJun 10, 2020Jun 10, 2020
Uday JhunjhunwalainThe JunctionThe Sound of Seven O’ClockEven after we’ve lost and buried so muchMay 21, 20201May 21, 20201
Uday JhunjhunwalainOther DoorsThe doctorremoves her mask puts on the brightest red lipstickMay 12, 2020May 12, 2020
