A poem inspired by Nietzsche’s views on faith — My faith is diaphanous like a house of cards, collapsing under a roof that Nietzsche guards, drenched in the rain of my unanswered prayers and stomping in puddles of ink in despair. If faith is an escape from the truth we fear, I quit building a house that’s doomed to fall…

NaPoWriMo Series Day-8 — It’s not that I’m angry, It’s not that I despise existence, but the presence of all this substance, however tiny and insignificant in an ever-expanding galaxy, all this facade of an electric life, scratching diaries, looping in habits, inhabiting shoeboxes off of credits, hoping to capitalise on your ART someday, and having to write down your history, find a…

Loving me was enough to hate love — Do watch the video for the spoken-word version of the poem on youtube :) There was a kindness in his anger so subtle, not sinister in the slightest sense, so godly, turned a heathen like me into a pilgrim so sympathetic, he’d rather let his throat ache, punch his own face, cut his tongue off, and…

To be a lighthouse in an endless twilight —

If there ever were one —

Covid is still around, where is our common… —

Of Poetry and People Newsletter #2 — “Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all…

United under one blue sky —

NaPoWriMo Series Day-1 — Who am I, in this mercurial cosmos? running away from what forges this flesh, cutting all cords and rending bridges, cussing at walls with a metric ton of guilt, can’t look people in the eye, can’t answer why my footsteps turn into landmines, why rivers flow backward when I cry by the…