Published in The Memoirist·PinnedMember-onlyHey, There’s Blood On Your SkirtA memoir about menstruation and period stains — Note: All the names have been changed to protect privacy. Note 2: Menstruation in India is still a taboo topic. There are numerous restrictions forced upon a menstruating woman, various rituals to be followed once a woman attains puberty, shame and embarrassment associated with period stains, and much more. I…Memoir7 min readMemoir7 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·4 days agoMember-onlySummeringPantoum — I just stood there inside the jaw of nothing, Crawling into cold coffins of wordlessness. I made my home in the hearts of others, Dissolving deep into a chasm of hope. Crawling into cold coffins of wordlessness, I let my dreams be clothed in dubiety. …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in iPoetry·4 days agoMember-onlyCan’t Escape from LongingA micro poem — Micropoetry1 min readMicropoetry1 min read
Published in The Lark·5 days agoMember-onlyA Break for the SkyA free-verse poem — The sky is a garage for our grief, painted with our heartbreaks, trauma, and 3 AM thoughts. The sky cannot hold so much. It vents out in different ways. Snowfall is the sky’s monologue. Soft, pure, and refined. Hailstone is the sky’s grumbling. Meaningless and complex. Rainfall is the sky’s rant. Angry, impactful, and sordid…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in The Power of Poetry·5 days agoMember-onlyThe Closure I CraveA micro poem — Micropoetry1 min readMicropoetry1 min read
Published in Blue Insights·5 days agoMember-onlyRewritingA micro poem — Micropoetry1 min readMicropoetry1 min read
Published in The Power of Poetry·Mar 20Member-onlySummer MusicA micro poem — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Blue Insights·Feb 19Member-onlyBusynessA micro-poem — I’m back after a hiatus of four months. I hope I can once again be consistent in posting my poetry on Medium and interacting with other poets. I’m excited to restart this journey! Something inside me tightened like a fist. It took me a long time to realize that They were my dreams, coagulating to…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
