Kolkata, I can’t love you

Kolkata, I can’t love you

Kolkata, I can’t love you,It’s not that I haven’t tried but look at you-You’re weak. You look defeated.To imagine once you were the jewel of India,Headquarters of the biggest empire in the world,They came in with their guns and fleet,They tried to control you,To think lords and barons once planned and plotted against you,To think [...]

What is Love?

What is Love?

What is love?I feel like I’ve always been in love with the idea of being loved,Do I really know what love is?I know for sure that it’s not the big things because I’ve had them,I didn’t quite feel loved.I crave the little things,Just someone I can talk to,Someone I can be myself with unapologetically,Someone who [...]

Poetry comes to me

Poetry comes to me

Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem You know how poetry just comes to you?No! I didn’t wake up to write about love,No! I don’t want to write about men nor the one who broke my heart,No! I don’t want to talk about the complicated relationship with my father,Or my lonely childhood,Or, the [...]

I Am Enough

I Am Enough

Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem Anamika It started with “I feel fat”Then the spiraling happenedI don’t remember exactly when it hit me,I wanted to make myself thinnerSo I would eat paper for dinnerAnd soon all I could feel were just the bones in my body … His voice still rings into [...]

Firenze

Firenze

Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** “If you were a Money Heist character, what would be your city name? Have you ever thought of that?” Of course, I have! That’s the first thing I had thought of. Even before falling slightly in love with Sergio, Before being absolutely mesmerized by Fonollosa, [...]

Tua – An Ode to Myself

Tua – An Ode to Myself

Those little feet, big hair, Mamma’s princess, Daddy’s only heir. “She’ll become a prodigy” Sharp eyes, tiny ears; see, she picked the pen, Prophecy it seems, Little head burdened with their big dreams. * The little princess fell sick, She wouldn’t move, she couldn’t speak. Sleepless nights spent by Mum, Deranged, frightened and the lovers [...]

I’m not comfortable with anyone who’s not comfortable with my story

I’m not comfortable with anyone who’s not comfortable with my story

Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** I’m not comfortable with anyone who’s not comfortable with my story. Our stories make us who we are. I was young, I was foolish, I was selfish, I was adamant, I was naïve, I was in love. I was confused, I was terrified, I was [...]