Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.

I took a lonely stroll  on the hollows of your cheeks

I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.

That was the first time in my life I’d smelled charred meat. I could tell it was different from the kind you’re supposed to eat, and my mother had to hold me as I threw up violently on the side of the street.

For eons piano keys unmoved Lay silently asleep

Surveying the decorated wall now vibrantly alive with Winnie the Pooh and Harry Potter characters, Sarah allowed herself a satisfied grin.

Much like most media geared toward women, romance novels have frequently received flack for its supposed shallowness, absurdity, and flamboyancy.

But I bloom like a flower:/ Soft and strong.

For once, can love look like a Sunday morning; filled with warmth, calmness and motionless?

How do you attempt to understand testimonies of mass public trauma?

Never in his wildest imaginations had Aniket thought that everything would come together so well. Nearly everyone he invited had come.

What happens when your desire Lies in being alive?

Lacerating the unfortified,/ Picking at the flesh for bad blood to find

The whole courtroom held their breath, waiting to hear Nizam's answer. As he nodded in affirmation, the enraged audience got off their seats to beat up the accused.

Bury your feet where its green And when the air is thin you will see 

His five sons/ Were killed and the books...

The beast bellowed below Mushfiq’s bedroom window, propelling rushes of tingles within him. He smiled.

My love affair with spectacles has long been regarded by my mother as nothing but a symptom of my dramatic nature.

I’m not sure when I first realised that we’d met before. In the beginning, you were just the elderly man I often noticed pottering around our communal rooftop.

She’s as real as my meandering/ As tangible as tinkering.