Rhythm

In-somnia

You pick the cool air / With your toes curling tight / You scratch the sheets raw / And your cheeks as you bite // Where do you exhale……what do you do?

Rhythm

Bemausam

बेमौसम ही बर्सात हुइ जब
बेमौसम बून्दे चख ली शायद
कि बेमौसम रुख़ मुड़ता गया
न जाना मैने कब वक्त बढ़ता गया

Rhythm

RED ALERT – 6/6

Punished for existing,
It gagged down my tongue
Her head down in service
To all life but hers.
Shh, no.
It’s Red Alert.
Read the final part in the Red Alert series!