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Every morning I unscrew the pink and white tube my grandmother stuffed inside my suitcase as I left her home in Delhi. Her words still ringing inside my ears, “don’t forget to use your Fair & Lovely! A girl of…
Named after the virgin mother never to know the breadth of a man’s touch the prodigious power of his presence inside, a baby born not of the Lord but by His will. They called her whore, Unchaste, a liar by…
Migration is metaphorical. My actual body lies somewhere I cannot trace. Two generations back existed on different soil two generations back existed on different soil two generations back existed on different soil two generations back migration was never about a…
Walking down the road, they see me as a secret, as a question with no answers. And while sitting on the bus, in between their talk, I am always there. And on the way to the restaurant or the nearby…
I noticed a bird That could no longer fly He extended his wings Carefully Gracefully But they could no longer lift him up He flapped them Stretched them Did what he knew What he was accustomed to But could no…
– bleeds i. there lives a flower. green in roots and velvety white on the ends. flower, kashmir. ii. there lives a land beyond rules. covered with mud water and used bullets. land, kashmir. iii. there lives a boy in…
I want to empty my mind of myself, As all roads do not lead back to me. Build a wall of rejection around my heart, Let my ego fall to its knees. To achieve a pure state where others…
I was there when you dragged me on cold floors forcing me to do your chores,Screaming while you locked me in empty dark stores,Telling me I was nothing but a whore,While you knocked me through each and every door. I…
When you are selected to be a possible juror on a criminal case with 17 other possible jurors and listen to the info video (which includes lunch time from noon to 1:30) and then you are all gathered up by…
A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community, Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history. But when I stepped into a world where brown was under-represented My identity… Was molested. My speech, skin, hair and dress, seemed…
Can you hear them? The prophets are leaving. They have had enough. The mountains no longer go to them, no sea is churned, while the sky hides its moon and the stars are too blurry to read. The earth lays…
i will not ask for love until i am handed some. i ask for your love, vulnerable and raw. will you rip your chest apart to show me which demons lie beneath it? remember, the cascading waterfall i took you…
Halfway to suhur the night opens its iwan a resonating chamber as glorious to me as the throat of a frog is to a frog who only differs from the choir of mysterious harmonising night creatures outside by the scale…
Corners folded, curved, stuffed With minced meat, potatoes, peas Spices galore Platters upon platters, overflowed To again feed the empty pangs of Ramadan Another year tendered sustenance, With memories yet to fill Each dish embraced as savoury favourites; Samosas, pakoras,…
I am angry. The fury of life is enraging me. I have six glasses in my kitchen cupboard. Deliberately the thickest glassware you can buy in hope that the children don’t smash them every dinner time. I want to take…
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