Arcane Gestures

< 1 min read A face.It’s dark.Can’t see it properly.Maybe it is my Mother keeping an eye on me,Hoping that I would make her proud someday.Caring in the most selfless way.I have to be the stone she can cling to in heavy rain. A voice.It’s noisy.Can’t hear it properly.Maybe it is my Father calling out to me,Hoping that I … Read moreArcane Gestures


2 min read In the pitfalls and ups of life and relations                                                                 I have seen friends try to run for greatnessAnd fall in the pits of hypocrisy. … Read moreFall

The Funeral

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2 min read A compilation of painful memoirs of an array of funeral visits.
A piece of poetry beautifully expressing deep emotions and uncomfortable truths about deaths and disappearances of loved ones.

A Dilemmatic Drop

2 min read Clean as the morning dew, colourless and transparent it began its cycle
It had but one goal, to complete its journey back to that cloud.

The Scars We Hold

< 1 min read Every laugh she holds back curtails her glory. She is a queen inside her cage, Every scar on her body has a story,   away from all the anger and rage.  Alone- that’s where she stands On that podium of loneliness higher than anyone else. Without giving any consideration to those hands who lashed her, perchance. She is … Read moreThe Scars We Hold

A Difficult Topic

2 min read With a password well known, I swipe and swipe just to come across headlines that might, trigger my interior out of good sight. “Molestation”, bewailed the headline. As I felt anger seeping in with a sign of no indulgence, but a crime of aspiring to excruciate the one molester next in line. The perpetuity of … Read moreA Difficult Topic

Winter Evenings

< 1 min read Winter evenings. The muse of the very first poem ever written, could be. The ambiguous tinge of early darkness Evokes emotion, resembles loneliness, longs warmth. Men buried deep into their layers of wool, Yearning a warm supper after an arduous day’s work And the love of a good woman. Home. Empty streets. A home only … Read moreWinter Evenings

Times Have Changed

2 min read TIMES HAVE CHANGED By Aabishkar Thatal My dad used to tell us three siblings about his struggles back in the day. How he walked to Gangtok from his remote village making his legs sore, He used to tell us about his friends And how they used one matchstick to light six cigarettes; He wasn’t born … Read moreTimes Have Changed