*A recycled post I wrote in the past* At first I was ready to walk alone Keeping the anticipation of a long journey in thought A journey I was confident of boarding alone Without my desire You came Standing shoulder to shoulder at the entrance of darkness With every moment that passed on our journey […]Read More Left Behind
*A recycled post I wrote in the past* Like a howling wolf we roam the forest that is life At times the moon leads a path At times the darkness blinds us There comes a moment we stand We stand at the top of a cliff And howl with all might Exhaling the dense smoke […]Read More Howling Wolf
*This is a recycled post I wrote in the past* Far from here in a small village sits a girl on the front steps to her small home, covered in her homely saree, with the bottom of her feet gently touched by the quiet sand, with her elbow rested on her knees, gazing up with […]Read More Dreams
*A recycled post I wrote in the past* Picture yourself walking lonesome in a never-ending vacant desert with food and water to only last a day; your journey thus far has just been mediocre, yet you wonder if its possible to be more satisfied. Some how you managed to ration your supply of food and […]Read More Taking a Chance
*This is a recycled post I wrote in the past* Always scratching and prowling fear attempts to triumph the human mind. More than everything we come across our lives fear has the capability to make truth blind, danger near, and dilemmas impossible to overcome. It’s in our instincts to fear every course of action, whether […]Read More Terrors of Fear
*This is a recycled post I wrote from the past* By now we have become accustomed to a world ran by politics and whether we have a choice or not, politics run our everyday life as well. This piece wasn’t written to bash the corrupt governments we currently live with but instead to tell you […]Read More Politics Everywhere
*This is a recycled post I wrote in the past* Turn back and look at my life and damn it’s been a hell of a rollercoaster ride thus far. I’m only heading into the twenties of my life now, and I can without a doubt say I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. […]Read More The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
A world apart, but connected forever. As a Thamizh kid that grew up in a westernized world, I don’t know if I have the right to speak to this as those who have been oppressed. Over generations, people of my community have been shut out. Pulled away from sharing our greatness with the world. I […]Read More What it means to be a Tamizh Writer.