I WOULD RATHER DIE IN HELL.

If the earth is where Lovers sin For having the same body parts. Skirts length decide Sanctity of what’s underneath. Male tears rhyme with Weak and miscreant. Nature exists To be destroyed. Shades of skin Decide the loudness of voice. Guns are the form Of power and control. Illness is celebrated As art and romance. […]

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Being A Shy Extrovert.

The number of times I’ve wanted to make friends in a social setting, but ruined the scenario by making it awkward for everyone under the fan, is more than the times I’ve ranted in here. Before I move ahead with briefing my life as a shy extrovert, I would like to clear out the common […]

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we are all in this together.

HeyLo, Although I am fully aware of the fact that “new year” is a man-made concept and Jan 1, 2018 will just be another regular day of my life, I didn’t want it to stop me from exploiting the thoughts my heart and mind have carried over the last 12 months. This year has definitely […]

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chennai that was madras

when i was 5, i met this girl for the first time. school taught me home is made out of brick and cement, but this girl told me home is made out of traffic and “take diversions”. every time i looked out of the window, i could see her beauty in the form of lighthouses […]

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unhappy artists.

to be an artist is to be unhappy. a popular formula that runs in letter and paint, dripping in intervals like tear and rain. a little boy once asked me, “what does it take to make something lasting”, and i told him, “broken emotions.” it’s all heart and art, until someone stops feeling. we are […]

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