A poem written in the wake of the attacks on the students of Jawaharlal Nehru University.
The active attempt to instil fear and anxiety among minorities and dissenters calls for unprecedented solidarity across all movements.
The Komal Sharmas are left free but someone like Safoora Zargar, who fought for democracy and love, is behind bars.
I will remember the day my city turned into a crematorium at the hands of goons.
After hearing his thoughts on Muslims, I didn't utter a sigh because I feared that he might guess my identity.
How many times have you pretended to be okay when you're crumbling inside?
From taunts to threats of sexual violence, women are put down in more way than one as they step out to protest the heavy handedness of a government impervious …
"It won't be long. The noise of a mob, your ears pick from afar."