Do judge my art, my heart. It was our love that bloomed In verse, We share copyright For better and for worse. And as long as I'm not banned, I'll even hold your hand, As you scythe and rip and rend This offering of my heart, my heart. So be cruel and critical and fierce [...]
I recognise the incredible amount of privilege being thin offers me. I am automatically thought of as more attractive, more intelligent, more healthy. I'd be stupid not to enjoy it except that I distinctly remember, at age 16, being told I was too thin to be found attractive by any man. So I'm not impressed [...]
Enfold me in an embrace That is long enough, Strong enough, For me to sigh. But not so long that I'd cry And shrug the sky Off my shoulders. It's my nature to endure, My strength I am sure of. It's my softness that comes alive In your arms That needs renewing.
You know that perfect moment of happiness? You wake up in the morning with the clarity that it's a Sunday, miraculously you've done your homework or there was none, no exams looming, your friends are still talking to you and your boyfriend hasn't yet kissed your best friend. But mostly because your mother is still [...]
There were two other Chowkidars. The First among Chowkidars, if you will. They were (are) Jayan and Vijayan, the dwarapalaks at Vaikunth, the abode of Lord Vishnu. It is a position earned through great merit and millennia of good karma, it is indeed the greatest honour to be a Chowkidar to God. In essence, it [...]
I'm always chastised for leaving in the cup, A little coffee or tea or me, This is the foresight of the lonely, I protest. A little bit of stagnant hope that can be continually rewarmed, In the microwave, whose tinny music Is more soothing than judgemental. At the lowest ebb, peering over the edge of [...]
Stumbling across my war-torn soulscape; Bombed buildings of faded dreams, streets paved with craters of broken vows and dismembered dolls of naiveté. It's always midday here. The blazing sun lights up everything in stark relief. There's nowhere to hide. The shadows hide other spectres, crouching in pain, For even my ghost gave up it's ghost. [...]