CHRONICALLY ONLINE i take a trip to another world from my room on my desk, i talk with multiple peoplethrowing…
An obese body filled with dreams so vast,Yet self-doubt’s shadow on her confidence cast.In the night, she finds her quiet…
They lay eyes on him, they see a body out of the gym. A black, thick beard, in a need…
Life’s too small without freshly cut corianderGenerously sprinkled on kadhai chicken.Mint leaves blitzing their way with tomatoesRipe from the vine…
i wanna taste your pistachio paste lick that kulfi stick get to the thick green freak shake i wanna prise…
The chanting went on for a long time. It was so easy to look engrossed in the proceedings while secretly…
Please tread gently. This poem has potentially disturbing content. I see death, perched at my window.Sometimes, they even sit on…
A man must do it all with a ‘hard edge’A little rough, nasty, brutishWith courage and temperance, wisdom and justiceWith…
My body houses my pain.
It lives in the wrinkles
below my eyes.
Like some perverted Pavlovian desire,
the wafting smell of fresh soap
that fills up the air in the bath
has my pupils dilate when walking out.
Waxing my body for the first time last year to have silky skin like the women on Veet’s box but ended up with rashes instead.
I only ever read your letters
to learn what patterns to avoid
in future relationships.
Khusro to Bullah. Ada to Parveen
यह, वह, वो
He, she, they
Lover or Beloved? Woman or Man?
I see people and places,
Couples and crushes
I hear giggles and whispers.
These are the secrets untold to me.
They’ punch him
with the pejorative
and blame him for his smooth skin
and pink lips
for all ‘their’