A set of poems for my friend Scrappy, as she prepares to leave for Italy.
Contrary to popular belief, history isn't set in stone. In fact, it's especially susceptible to political manipulation.
Rape survivors who turn to the judiciary for help are often left stranded in legalities for years. This poem tries to put feelings into these nameless, faceless case files.
This poem explores the emotional and societal aspects of abusive relationships.
From Syrian atrocities to the raping of minors to everyday political moves that result in gross devastation, how do we address our own apathy in an increasingly disastrous world?
This poem uses the metaphor of the rapeseed plant to describe the atrocities in Unnao and Kathua.
Written in the immediate aftermath of an anxiety attack, this poem is my frantic attempt to give words to the indescribable feeling that anxiety really is.