Kavithé Collective



Exit Wounds (Soldier and the Tamil Girl)

A proud soldier of the state inside a bunker A canvas about to be painted In shrapnel wounds, blood strokes, Dappled red, turning white to a paler shade. He was telling a story inside the bunker, How the beautiful Tamil... Continue Reading →

Blood; runs; through my veins

Blood; runs; through my veins. Just like yours; just like yours. You and I are quite the same; heart and brain, heart and brain. … Remove my skin; what’s within Flesh, muscle, sinew, bones. Cut me; see? How my blood... Continue Reading →

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