An elaborate plan, which began from the works on a simple quiz app and culminated with gaining access to personally identifiable information of over 87 million Facebook users finally came under public scrutiny for its unethical and inappropriate nature. Cambridge Analytica, a subsidiary of SCL Group, was a British political … Continue Reading
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 29: Dear Anxiety
Dear Anxiety
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 24: Never Been In Love
My friend tells me
That she has never been in love
That she has kissed mouths and devoured bodies
But she can’t tear a page and say
That maybe on this day, I was in love.
My friend tells me
That she has never been in love
That she has … Continue Reading
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 23: The Book I Read in Bed
It is one of those nights,
And I am in bed with these thoughts again.
Not the ones that make me lose my sleep,
But those that lighten my mind
After a giant mental leap,
And make me switch off the lights.
What is my place in this world?
What … Continue Reading
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 22: The Flight Of Death
It all started with a small click.
What seemed like a harmless push,
Became a sudden kick that flung me to eternity.
One second everything was dark,
Quiet and peaceful like death,
And the very next second,
The chaos took over.
I was flying at the speed of light,
Going … Continue Reading
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 21: Subtle Glances
Subtle glances through interstices at first missed to capture,
The essence that’d come to be significant over the years.
Unattended to till the vanish that brought the world to fracture,
Symbolic, since the profile followed suit, flowed a river of tears.
The bird of souls soared high through the clouds … Continue Reading
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 20: The Lethal Combatant
The eyes went high when the compassion was broken,
Weed laid knees more powerful was spoken.
The rest of my life goes into the mystery box,
Maybe one after one i see all my trembling blocks.
Spilling my secret of the captured fear,
Acoustic version of my story I tell.… Continue Reading
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 19: Troubled
Troubled, stressed she was,
unable to comprehend her own situation or her cause.
“will I make it?” was like a daily routine,
Along with the side dish of fear and forget not the perpetual need of being mean.
Fear, not of sticks and stones,
but of trust, as to trust … Continue Reading
National Poetry Writing Month, Day 18: Tales From Another Place
In a little village, where there is no cable,
little children write their own tales
on patches of earth with their fingers.
in a little village, where the electricity comes and goes,
a grandma is trying to knit, a maroon sweater
for her daughter, who moved to the city.
in … Continue Reading