Fiction & Poetry
They lay eyes on him, they see a body out of the gym. A black, thick beard, in a need…
Why must others judge her appearance and grace
When true beauty is not confined to a face?
In a world obsessed with the outer shell,
She knows in her heart inner beauty dwells.
In my flesh, I must pass
for straight…
But in the digital world,
I can be me.
The governing eyes throughout history have dictated the acceptable forms of the performance of sex.
From silver screens to pages penned,
Our identities explored, where journeys never end.
I would once again be theirs, in memory, on the day my lover would die.
I gargle away the itch in the tonsils accompanying this persistent flu.
Why does the gap feel so wide no matter how much I explain, again and again, that I do not mean to hurt him… hurt any of them? I feel torn… but Amma and Appa need my help at home. Lockdown has been so damn hard.
Days upon days rushed by, tatoh chiya, alu thukpa, chicken cowrie, and beer kept us warm during the rejections.
To be a gentle / friendship breaker for S. To be // a candle-lit confetti apology for S.
The bathroom stall becomes a sanctuary, a stage, a confession booth.
हमें नहीं बनना महान
हमें इंसान ही रहने दो।