A poem on how at the end of the Johnny Depp and Amber Heard trial, we are all lost.
'Do you not remember? When the dead were reduced to mere numbers.'
A poem on the false gold that is unchecked optimism.
"Black lives matter, they scream from rooftops. Curiously silent on our own systemic rot."
'The future once again, isn’t ours to see.'
A poem written in the backdrop of the ongoing volatile socio-political scenario in India.