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.
While it seems like this is a poem about owls, it also deals with the multiplicity of identities and being blind to the things right in front of you.
A poem about my experience as a person from Kerala living in Maharashtra and how that’s shaped my sense of identity.
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?
Here’s to us; to the girls we were, the women we became, and to the women we’re yet to be.
In 2016, a whale washed up on Mumbai's shore. This poem is about that incident and our 'spectator culture'.