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Re-love-ution

city, somehow

the honest hour

The Disposable Camera Effect

engineering happened, & now i am finding myself

dark chaos

Free But Trapped

One April Thursday

holi afterwar

on my way, to home.

what after chaos/calm?

a poem in a writer's journal

monsoon thoughts: decisions, instagram, everything

bring your own bullshit

agonizing

the void of words, but this time i am talking about my book

most days i am a museum of things i want to forget

The Void of Words

"i guess, thanatophobia," the greeks said.

College, shows and cats.