Mirrors always daunted me; The sight of an abhorring reflection plastered onto glass always unnerved me; And while I speak of mirrors, I speak of all the different kinds of mirrors there are- The mirror of my room: A tall-standing, proud and smug length of glass attached to my cupboard. This one reflects a leanContinue reading “Mirrored Versions”
Author Archives: Riddhi Chakraborty
Polarities
1. Distress A kaccha-house in the midst of a bustling row of slums; Reeking of rotten fish and the pungent scent of stagnating sewage water; A boy of age barely more that thirteen cowers in fear against the wall in the corner of his home; he’s a docile animal awaiting his slaughter; School-books passed onContinue reading “Polarities”
Dreamscapes of Her
My phone buzzed with a hundred missed calls and messages that day. The sink was rancid with the scent of a heap of dirty, unwashed dishes lying in disarray, A slender bolt of light peeked through the fridge illuminating the dark kitchen, slightly. A wood cutting board with partly diced tomatoes and a chef’s knifeContinue reading “Dreamscapes of Her”
Sacred Simple Home
Home. My home is here In the ink etched onto the ochre pages of a coming-of-age novel; One that I would read covertly beneath the bedsheets through the light of my phone; One that I would cry a napkin to a pulp over because the story might just wound up on the lovers’ lachrymose argumentContinue reading “Sacred Simple Home”
The Dripping Navy of Cordelia
Cordelia my dearest, The azure of your eyes, vivacious like the ultramarine waves of the oceans bespangled with golden speckles as the amber of the sun rays plunge themselves into your iris’, Your saccharin, honeysuckle melody cascading into ears of sea creatures rendering them sanguine, jaunty adorbs. The streaks of desiccated carmine on your armContinue reading “The Dripping Navy of Cordelia”
Salutations of Grief
We strummed the guitar strings till our fingers bled, Sang our favourite songs at night when mom and brother were asleep, You let me use the majority half of the blanket and shivered yourself to sleep, And now I’m alone gaping at our dingy music room; “I’ll always be by your side,” you had said.Continue reading “Salutations of Grief”
Vivian’s Vengeance
I was once a cannonball swerving past every soul to try and annihilate the one that I held dear. What was the point, one may ask? I don’t know. Maybe I feared the way she ignited the waning flame in me. The one that permeated the warmth of joy. The one that could thaw theContinue reading “Vivian’s Vengeance”
Lacerated Flesh and Heart
I will slither around your neck and gnaw at your flesh till I mutilate you. I will bore my squalid, viridescent canines into your heart and rip out every capillary till i efface the crimson hue. I love green. It’s a fatal mistake humans find solace in the colour. Green is venom. It will guzzleContinue reading “Lacerated Flesh and Heart”
Clandestine Propinquity
The tents we built with the kind of fervor and vehemence you see in robots Fell apart in the storm we inflicted. We were in fact robots, oblivious to our other halves who pined day and night for our fingers to fit perfectly between theirs. We were victims of a mondegreen. We misinterpreted our song’sContinue reading “Clandestine Propinquity”
Shamrock
Why does he sit alone in the park? He sits on the bench, head bent low till his nose touches his dingy, little black notebook as he seems to be reading something. What a strange, strange boy. Only in brief moments in time have I really had the chance to see his face. A fleetingContinue reading “Shamrock”
Swan's Labyrinth 