Rianka Bose Saha

We don’t need the colors Rioting within our skins Merging with the salt Of our palms and dried tears Shrieking against our breath And yet we find ourselves Drenched in thirsty colors Of faith We don’t need your gods Protected in the sanctum With doors of gold While edges of our dupattas Lie soaked with […]

Who cares about books anymore? Aren’t they just crazy scribbles Of an insane mind? Which still believes, that words matter? Who would care about, A library? Which is eventually burnt down To make way For things, more important ? They say, Books crave solitude Lone man’s treasure It isn’t fashionable to read, Habit of nerds […]

And one day They will come for me It wouldn’t matter how old Or young I be It wouldn’t matter If I loved reading books Or lose myself in reverie What would only matter is That I am a piece of flesh To be devoured Raped, mutilated Butchered And burnt Beyond recognition So that my […]