Written by: Shruthi Sudheendra My heart is an empty stage. The brightness of the sun sweeps me off my feet, And it melts the winter’s frost strained grip around my chest, And it provides the fuel for my heart to bloom into a rose. By chance? By choice? By nature? By force? Thou entered my…
Category: Poetry
Bodypaint
Written by: Elizabeth Joseph I smear green on my face With dashes of black for eyebrows A red squiggle for a mouth I look like a demon to you But I am really a warrior. I’ve smeared a lighter green now, Hands to face, South to north I may appear threatening But I’m celebrating victory….
politicise my tastebuds
Written by: Meira Quah A spice, a tang, a hint flavour It dresses the head of the broccoli The arms of the beans The perfectly shaped balls of baby tomatoes The nuts, beans It appears, here and there Coating the leaves Leaving the smaller, things alone It adds a touch of colour Illuminating the bowl…
when you’re young
Written by: Ananya Nayak when you’re young dreaming of slippers made of glass of kisses to wake you from dreamlike nightmares wishing to swim into rivers of chocolate to find true love. purpose things seem all too slow when you’re older reality creeps in through the door the slipper shatters, and you tiptoe over shards…
Thailand
Written by: Meira Quah Lemongrass, the aromatic Thai staple scent. Compressed into a small glass jar of wax, effused into the air once lit. Packaged in an olive green box, a small ribbon glued to the top A film of dust protecting it all around And given to me as a memento of my time…
she steps into the air
Written by: Nigella Marx & Shaurya Vinod The clock wears on Mouths move, the words slur Something about numbers, perhaps. A girl stares, eyes glazed and soon She steps into the air. Her thoughts wander to the arms of trees outside The way they sway in the wind like the dancers she saw on TV.
the wheat leans back
Written by: Ananya Nayak & Aditya Nirish Unni the wheat leans back as the farmer cuts down thin stalks it dances to escape the sickle darting away from the thin curved blade the wheat cowers, ducking down entangled, guarding with their scared arms wind screeches through the midday air as a stem catches on the…
the moon’s young, trying
Written by: Rachel Jung & Jeslyn Allison Jerota The moon’s young, trying To die. She’s already so tired Of lighting the night and Blocking meteors to protect This weird little dirt ball. But the sun keeps bouncing Its rays off her and she’s like “What the fuck is wrong with you.” But the sun is…
i do not dare breathe
Written by: Dhwani Mendiratta and Amairah Islam My face etched with the lines of a silent scream. The darkness swirled and formed tendrils, borne from the mist, shadows threatening to blur out everything. It was coming. Quiet at first, like the calm before the storm. I do not dare breathe. Her fingertips graze my cheek, …
A Weary Traveller
Written by: Libby Ye You drag your finger along the indented wall, your nail gobbling up specks of paint like a dehydrated and weary traveller stranded before the journey has begun. You trace the uneven crevices from the fractured wall like a worn-out road on an ancient map, stopping above a chewed-up wad of gum….
Inkling. 