I held a wilting flower in my hand
as it told me how I inspired it to die.
Author: Vaishnavi
Carcass
A hollow emptiness resonated with the silence of relief.
Lonely World
We found romance, between secondhand books that, once smelled like love.
Skin
What more should I pay, to claim back what’s rightfully mine?
Appu
Appu loved his father more than he loved his stars. In a way, he looked up to both.
64.
Despite the gold around her neck, she knew she lost the battle.
AN HONOURABLE SON.
It was his father’s favourite time of the day, A sky set on fire, kissed the waves. Besides the view, … More
GUILTY.
Today, I stand at candor’s peak And yet, they all still look down on me A prosecution of the persecuted, … More
CLOSET
“Let me out!” The boy screamed He banged the wooden doors that reeked of shame All these years, he hid … More