The Cerurove through its seasonal musings aims to personify Albert Camus’ words, “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” An untapped reservoir of expressions and emotions. As an orange … Continue reading Call for Submissions: The Cerurove Magazine
i carry a dead name on my
lips, and wish the neighbour hears me.
him over 9 windows, can you hear me?
“see birds are closest to kings after drainage systems named in their honour.
and from what i’ve heard i know birds don’t build their graves in the sky.”
Poetry makes me pause in apprehension, like a six year old sitting atop the banyan tree, wondering how fast I can fall from this height. Poetry makes me pause in joy, like a seven year old, sitting under the banyan tree, wondering how fast I … Continue reading Sometimes, my words know me better than I know myself
(iii) fem-mine he thinks, ignorance is not
a bliss for his innocent nieghbour-ess-que.
For Halloween, I dressed up as a pretty girl.
The bullet in our hearts melted into arson,
And then, there was fire inside.