A collection of writings about place space writing and art …
the full-throated cry of the sky pierces the calm of a spring day besotted with its capacity to go on. unhindered — the shrieks of the crows speak of the agony of the air, that is carbon, ash, cacophony, & unanswerable specks of dust and dirt. why do we forget to be kind to what […]
the day woke up in a frenzy of skin and blood, all seemingly smeared on my brown face, chiding me for my ignorance of the lasting night, right at the corner of my right eye — my language is my privilege, my middle- class ceiling stays intact, when i write expressions of winds, sands, waters, […]
i spend the exact change (i have left) of simple words, gentle words, neurotic words, hunchbacked words, to have the evening speak and last for some more time — every second of the same quality and ruse as the lingering fragrance of raat ki rani, dreaming dreadful thoughts and foregoing them in a simple parable […]
Naked Cities Journal 