My insides are revolting against me and I don’t blame them. I dug my hands into the ground and now succumb to the weeds growing over my body. I asked for this. I dreamt of this. All just to get over nostalgia. How much until I’m out of breath? How…

This March, I realized, that I don’t miss you. I miss how I felt about myself, around you. Anxiety aside, I felt worthy. I felt cool and desirable. As if I had finally scored a role in a teen movie. I had finally caught up to my age. To my…

Maggots devour me Clenched teeth rotting Pendulums oscillating Ribcage melting, censored presenting White blinds Singing as passtime All eyes watching, but never seeing Imploding like clockwork, ten times daily What is the use of my tongue my heart, my head, my hands Dried liner tears Commute fears Distanced time Always falling behind…

I beckon you to come home Your smell still lingers in the garden And the couch where I last Heard your voice on the phone You told me you would return Maybe not tomorrow Maybe not even next week But eventually, when you learned Why you were named after the…

Loving you is as easy as eating cheese Or my favourite make-believe Loving you is imagining you in every peice of art I see Loving you is a one-act play Loving you is the aroma of a theatre, ready for a performance Loving you is laughing at a stale joke…

I penned ‘New Year’s Eve’ last year, as a desperate, inconsequential plea to the world. Apologies to my half-hearted hope that was to make peace with my unlived life. No more bashful promises that defy my nature, let me flirt with my agonies. When everyone acts as a mirror of…

Hi I’m taking refuge in my room. In my bed. The warmth of my bed means everything to me nowadays. I don’t know if my chachi would want to see me at the dinner she is hosting tonight. But what can I do. This is my house too. I keep…

I try to remember my way home. I close my eyes and visualise the road we just passed. I cannot. But I know I’ll never forget when you told me “you’re allowed to work, that’s freedom enough". I try to recall faces. Those I have met. Those that stand before…