Author: Akshita Chaudhuri
My Art is a Confession
I confess to South Sudan,where I would meet Ibrahimwho would then tell me about the muralsthat
An Eulogy
This poem is my search for answers as 19-year-old Noor sits on the stool chanting “qubool
(Un)Loving: Nursing a Broken Heart
#LoveMonth (asha, do you hear me?) I am a pretty little liar covered up with the
Where Does God Reside?
I have been led to believe that God resides in temples and mosques, that they live
Of Broken Mirrors and Scarred Hearts
A Series of 4 Poems Trigger Warning: abuse, suicide, self harm (This could be traumatising or
