'I still ask myself, what if my mother never gave birth to me?'
Harshit Jalan
Queerness Is Infinite
Being a queer person is like being a ghost where you have to find places to hide and yet people get scared when they find you.
Growing Up Queer: A War With the Truth
A poem on internalised homophobia and the corpse of my childhood.
Poetry Finds You, but Where Do I Find Poetry?
On World Poetry Day, the author looks at where poems live and why the form of linguistic expression so essential.
Grief Sits With Me Every Time I Look for Love
Grief tells me that I am neither damaged nor hurt, I am just longing to find little spaces of kindness.
My Body is a Temple Without a God
A poem on how a man is body-shamed for not being masculine enough – both physically and emotionally – as per society's absurd standards.
Gender is Poetry
Gender is a poem, and I’m writing pages every day, with every expression, with every non-conformity.