A clean slate. With her gone, my whole family has disappeared. A gust of wind on the dust of time passing by in the hourglass that pulveriz

A zine by Varsha Panikar from their ongoing mixed-media series, Origami Folds. Available on Amazon Kindle.

So much money spent and so many years of education later, I can not even remember most of the information I memorized and regurgitated.

How many 'I am fine' rolled between your tongue despite the heaviness you feel in your chest?

I started writing ‘Dream Diary’ when I was about 16. One day I started jotting them down, for the fear I might forget them, even though

Excerpt from my series Origami Folds. Published in the zine - Brown Bodies by The Rights Collective.

First published in the zine - Skin - a Marketplace Journal by Forbidden Verses on 20th March 2021 Download the Zine here.

You ever wish that you could just rewind? Go back in time, And just turn out fine?

drawn from the memories of these fascinating and mysterious dreams that have haunted me, inspired me, comforted me and always left me....

Is there a fury in the bleakness of the after-death, a separation beyond anxiety, a hopelessness beyond the last farewell?

And suddenly, I was falling through the clouds, through the rays of that blinding sunlight. It was a while...

I fell out of reality and into my dream only to wake up under a kaleidoscopic glass ceiling that somehow reminded me of your eyes...

Every sad faced clown, every overblown ‘everyone dies in the end’ play, every awful pop song about heartbreak. I’m the one behind all that..

Excerpt from, The End Of The Line. I feel tender, but not like a flower or a love story. Instead, a deep cut left weeping in the cold...

I will wait for better times on the other side and find myself drawn to your gravity, once again, but time...

All that awaits me now, is death and her kiss, like slivers of moonlight on my shoulders and hopes that this night slips away without us...

I am having one of those days where this feeling is so impenetrable that I can’t believe I am able to sit upright.

Part of a series combining spoken word with images. 'I Am Colour', uses colours as metaphors, as thoughts, as emotions, and at times a mere

I know that these moments are brief, That this is perhaps, Merely an erotic coupling For those who dared and dreamed, And that is fine b

First published in Love Portions, in the February 2020 issue of Rogue - The Zine by Ratio Auream Publishers under the publications One...

Ask me how many hours I slept. I wouldn’t be able to answer. 2 ? 14? 8! That’s the right number, isn’t it? It’s hard to tell anymore. It...

A photo-poetry digital zine (up for release in 2021). It is personal account of struggles with depression, body dysphoria, identity, &...

Exploring the human body and using it as a metaphor for the separation of skin and psyche, and letting it become a medium to explore...

The haunts, all vacant; old reveries of memories held dearly no more; they persist, and like nails, they pierce through the skull like...