Your skin is a canvas

September 16, 2021 Sweta Roka 0 Comments

Thinking back, there were fewer instances of when even waking up would feel like an awfully taxing chore, but nowadays it has become a recurring theme in my life. Even today, I didn’t have the enthusiasm or the grave energy to leave the house, yet again I did. I...


Some Days

September 10, 2021 0 Comments

Some days, I feel so incompetent. Like a flower being plucked, or uprooted perhaps from where it belongs. Some days, I feel so lost among my mistakes;  the wrong things I’ve said in an argument with my mother. Somedays,...



September 2, 2021 0 Comments

i shall await, for these flowers to be burnt muster up the remains, remain the calm. isolate reasoning, question the very beginning. welled up flowers, i wouldn’t dare feel it but will admire saying: there was a creation i...