The Great War

An obnoxious man once sat in his bureau and officially announced war Spend fathomless, he said, and send our man wide and afar Was the potbellied pig even remotely aware of his heinous sin? The price of his signature was paid by vulnerable women and their oblivious kin And with the onset of winter, the …

Distress’s Daughter

Press corps representative Akriti Sethi strings words in poetry while describing the pensiveness of Special Political and Decolonization Committee (SPECPOL)’s topic- the Kashmir conflict.   I take a reluctant step forward, decide to saunter back around The angry sky roars at my frivolity and my vulnerability instigates tremors on the ground, Restore your historical legacy, …

It was Never Easy

Often the questions weight in more heavily than they’re meant to be And you find yourself crushed under them, tongue tied and helpless Often they lose their rhetoric sense and force you to see What life is and could’ve been as you lie buried under an abyss of mess. It flashes in front of your …

Lit Fest

She was nineteen when she discovered that the world is a ghastly place Henna replaced her university textbooks as she was compelled to contribute to the great Indian charade She was asked to put her economics honours degree to practical use, Utilize the concept of allocation of resources by saving the fruit for both salad …

Rain

His voice synchronised with the silent strumming of my soul It ran the fickle and frivolous mind of a man on parole   My eyes clamed shut and in an instant made him ask whether it was something he said Irony smirked and I urged him not to interrogate, go on please keep talking instead. …

The Wailing Heart.

It gave her ears a deepening ache, it upset her head Unused to the trauma, drifted her thoughts elsewhere, for hours she read. It got to the point where the pain became as visible as an undisguised wart Hushed for so long, it was the sound of her wailing heart.   “Why the sudden lamenting?” …

Dementia

A multitude of incessant voices, all in varying tones Screeches of agony, shrieks of laughter, mockery in anger’s pretence His eyes flickered yet remained fixated on the wane crumpled page alone. Feet firmly on the ground of an exquisite opportunity but to the heart it made no sense   Bewildered, astonished, he simply couldn’t infer …

Appellation

Whilst day, I have the name of a coquette. Aloof and indifferent are synonymous to my persona A mimosa I am not, contrary to conviction handed to me laced with sheer hate For my petals never bestirred, I presumptuously don the title of a prima donna.   Whilst night, I have the name of a …