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Kallol Poetry 2nd Newsletter--Oct'23 edition
Let the winter decide all your colors
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Kill all, for there is no one but us to feed and nourish
Have Humans ever been able to live without food? Yet we question domesticated animals and their quest to fight to satisfy hunger
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Deva and Devi: Two strands of the same thread
Of all my virtues lose morals, of societal perceptions weaving till we follow someone, something, and somewhere in vain
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Maai: Ferocious as much as loving
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Kallol Poetry Weekly Issue 1 - Tears Flow for a reason
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He consumed me everyday, so I devoured him
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Body jolts and jerks like a headless being, while letters look concocted
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Story of a woman who sells her flesh
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The Curse of Melanin
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Withdrawing Self-Love: My Tryst with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
A deeply personal account of undiscussed parts of my life
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Despite blood and beating, mauling and bawling, I won…
You thought your violence would unravel my violence, but guess what, I am not the epitome of weakness
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The Curse of Melanin
Unison in defining skin, reckless beings with assumed profanities
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Hands, Eyes borrowed, spleen taken for rent, heart uprooted
Interconnectedness
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All Shackles From My End Have Been Broken; Go Fly Away, My Bird
Love isn't a feeling or a musing, but rather oceans spread from the crust of the earth elongated until the moon
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Syncing of fates, meeting halfway, and departure…Part 2
A woman of divided lines, fissures, and dangling in the rootless abyss.
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Syncing of fates, meeting halfway, and departure…Part 1
A glass that was broken, splintered; pieced together added, and intersected together to form a mirror
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