By Ramitha Ramesh
Grieving isn’t always for the dead. Sometimes you feel grief for the living. And sometimes, it’s the only way you know you loved.
Read MoreWhere Currents Meet
By Ramitha Ramesh
Grieving isn’t always for the dead. Sometimes you feel grief for the living. And sometimes, it’s the only way you know you loved.
Read MoreBy Tejas Kulkarni
What do you see in the sky when you look up? This poem captures the different things each of us views in the vast expanse of cotton candy white and beautiful shades of blue.
Read MoreBy Simran Ramsay
Time moves differently when you gaze at something beautiful. This musing slows time around nature’s spectacle of clouds in the sky.
Read MoreBy Aastha Katyal Pant
A cloud can be a poet’s muse or a poet’s enemy. This piece is one of persistence despite the blues a cloud brings, and striving through it.
Read MoreCouple a boring Applied Mechanics with a particularly imaginative wandering mind, and you have a beautifully descriptive poem about Heaven!
Read MoreEver felt an emotion that you can’t really find a word for? This one captures just that!
Read More“… travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living. “
Read MoreI have always loved you in bits and pieces,
Never full, never all-at-once.
A sequence of seeming nothingnesses lasting seemingly short. An illusory irony: And I sit there, watching the sky invert colours from a clear, pastel blue to a splotchy pink, like it’s reversed itself—inside out. And I know what that sky looks like because whenever this happens, I look at it. And I look at it…
Read MoreBy Tanya Kulkarni
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