Welcome to the Underworld

Welcome to the Underworld, the gutteral hubris of dormant minds. Here the nightingale is still hauntingly passing by, it's throat hoarse from decades of awaiting, calling, anticipating. The muser is dead, his body long buried, stuck inside earth's immortal womb; his individuality, identity replaced by the singularity of his works. His works have for ever... Continue Reading →

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Água Viva by Clarice Lispector

Água Viva is introduced as a medication on the nature of life and time with the entirety of narration strictly dependent on the whims of a writer meddling with the minds of her readers. It does not present one with falsified hopes and indefinite solutions. It brings to you a plethora of inner worlds and... Continue Reading →

Wednesday, 18 August 2021

Mother, assure me this once: the violence will stop. That the violence will stop with me tearing my womb off its fertility. Assure me generational trauma would finally end somewhere without delay. Tell me the iron rods and wood sticks won't touch a child's bare body just to be able to satisfy her mother's blind... Continue Reading →

Sunday, 01 August 2021

22:54 Solace is an innately confused arrangement of one’s personal idea of validation, validation of self, individual choices, decisions and projected emotions. I have always found myself hungering for an ocean worth of solace out of people’s arms and prayers. I have tried finding solace in the arms of abuse and inhumane degradation, poured onto... Continue Reading →

Everything Under by Daisy Johnson

The terrifying power of fear lies in its physical embodiment which when unnoticed, rises as a metamorphosed being into reality. Fear makes its appearance and reappearance in the creases of one’s skin, behind that dim bedside lamp, stuffed between pages of academic questionnaires. It resides within that child stuck within the walls of a violent... Continue Reading →

The Plague Upon Us by Shabir Ahmad Mir

Political correctness can be defined as that spectacular ignorance bombarded by the present conservatives to ensure the maintenance of political diplomacy in their policies, speech, behaviour and while finding themselves answerable to the common mass.  In the early 20th century, extending even to the mid, the phrase significantly denoted strict adherence to specific ideology gleaming with... Continue Reading →

Friday, 28 May 2021

19: 13 I sprout from the droughts of hollows, like that is what I have always been meant to do, to stoop slow and quiet into the arms of some meadow, wild grass cladded with scissor sharp leaves, cutting into my flesh like some premonition. I wonder if I would be fine, just fine enough... Continue Reading →

Monday, 24 August. 2020

21:00 There's something very passionately romantic about rooms, enclosed chambers filled to the brim with human breath. Resting bodies lying idly on unarranged beds, cozily enveloped in soft blankets. That delicate branch with all its freshly arranged fauna drooping on their skin, kissing the warmth off their nakedness. Sunrays gliding through that fold of the... Continue Reading →

Daydreaming.

That escapist fallacy squeezed out of one debris of a decaying human life. That beautiful reminiscence of the dead romantics whispering in your ears. That little scoop of frozen clouds gently settling inside your mouth. Life rushes past silent yearnings breathlessly, halting at times for split moments, gasping for air, letting it enter gushing into... Continue Reading →

Aestheticism and Wilde

Aestheticism or Aesthetic Movement rose in the last 19th century as an essential art movement, concentrating upon both practical and theoretical implementations. The purpose of this movement was to revive the aesthetic essence of artistic forms and literature that were perceived to be diverted from nature and beauty instead of social-political thematic. Writers of the... Continue Reading →

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