Author: Paakhi Bhatnagar
Cancer Season
I felt it as the first wave crashed upon me- the water percolating on my skin forming dews, resting around my chest. I felt it as it drowned my throat and I wished that it would drown me too. But since the summer of 2016, I have learnt how to Read more
On Omniscience and Decay
It is excruciatingly painful to be self-aware – to know your own flaws to the see the morbid direction in which you are willingly walking to be a slave to old, destructive habits. It’s almost like I am a corpse, you would have to be a moldy, mourning cadaver to Read more
To The Girl in The Mirror
It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a loveseat, anything to cushion the bone I am about to be. “Let’s undress this sweetheart, we are only here to celebrate nudity.” But, Read more
Drugged
From the duvets of undivided procrastination I allow myself a narrow glimpse into the fertile garden of my flaws, through the shadowed, omnipresent remorse, I can read a story it goes- she lets herself grow through others she waters herself from the sins they tried to forgive, her unholy chest Read more
Fishes
I have always felt that humans were like the sea- the unfathomable girth of their chests as they inhale the decadence of their families, the expansive ripples in their eyes like the tides washing over their moral sense, polluted in plastic the sea bass trying to breathe through polythene, coral Read more
To My Temporary Friend
In the sultry ambiance, I visited the virginity in your soul, the curves- I adored, I felt through the tangible fathom of an inch below my skin, I tasted through the flourishing tactility from my scathing tongue, I had never felt so legitimate until I saw your naked skin peeling Read more