This poem is about my birthday, my country's birthday, the flag politics and the wound that never heals.
This poem is about the callousness of some break-ups.
This poem is about what it means to be a mother of a Muslim child in today's India.
The poem is about the collective failure to see the deaths of all people as equal.
A poem in protest against the bulldozing of the house of anti-CAA activist Afreen Fatima.
A poem on the completion of hundred days of the Russia-Ukraine war and how the media commodifies war, death and destruction.
'Why haven't you ever been my abode?'