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Petrichor

I imagine tiny rain drops,with tiny faces,all peeling themselves off the floorlifting their heavy, tiny bodies,upupand up to return home.

Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! I’m finally back at it! Thank you all for sticking around, I truly appreciate the fact I haven’t lost any followers despite my lack of posting. I had to take a step back from this series to focus on my mental health and get myself back onContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #4”

The Painter

Photocopied trees circle me,And I feel as though I am being painted,As though a far away brush has brought us all into existence– Then a child runs too carelessly,falls on their face,And the painting is slightly torn.

21

Like all good birthdays, it began with a pigeon.A patient and unruly thing,she had wedged herfeathery body betwixt the chimney and our old living-room fireplace. So, my dad,shovel in hand,broke the seal between her world and ours,as she joined us on the coffee tablefor cake cutting. Like all good birthdays, it followed with friends.Those impatientContinue reading “21”

Agora-poetry: day #3

Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Anxiety is a funny thing. As much as I would like to blame my lack of frequent posts on simply laziness, I know that isn’t it – rather, it’s a complicated mess, different strands of different fears merging into one. I’m sure those of you who sufferContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #3”

Anxiety Retold: a blackout poem

Agora-Poetry: Update

Hi everyone! Thanks again so much for all the love and support I’ve gotten for this series ❤️ Unfortunately I’ve had such a busy day I’ve not had time to write, but I can assure you I did go outside and did do some writing. For now, please enjoy this glorious photo of these matchaContinue reading “Agora-Poetry: Update”

Agora-poetry: day #2

Click here to read about the Agora-Poetry series! Today, I didn’t make it outside. And that’s OK. Instead, I spent most of the day wanting to go outside and wanting to do things (which is also why this post and poem have come out at 12am rather than 12pm). Whilst I wanted to boil itContinue reading “Agora-poetry: day #2”

Ways I’m More Like An Indian Aunty Than I Thought

On a warm summers day, in the early hours of the morning,my non-Indian friend told me ‘Priyanka, you’re giving me Indian aunt vibes today’. Now, naturally,I was worried. Because my friend is non-Indian, this could mean one of two things: Her observation wasn’t correct because she wasn’t affliated with Indian culture OR Her observation wasContinue reading “Ways I’m More Like An Indian Aunty Than I Thought”

A Love Letter From My Right Ankle To My Left Ankle

For a little bit of context, check out the Agora-Poetry blog post! How do I start this…? I’m not very good with words,but you know that. You know that I’ve always been the one who pushes forward first,right left, right left, right – but then you left – No…let me start again. I know howContinue reading “A Love Letter From My Right Ankle To My Left Ankle”