By: Divya Rosaline I do not have the money to travel But I have traveled far and wide I’ve traveled the songs of dark – eyed women With strange men by their side And I have traveled my country’s pain That…

By: Divya Rosaline My past is fractured with memories of you Some injuries, they say, don’t heal. And while I’m one for pragmatisms I’m entangled in those Minutes Seconds Hours and Days When our orbits used to be the same. Not…

By: Divya Rosaline Today, I will write. For myself. My words won’t weave themselves around people’s expectations of it. They won’t skirt around vulgarity and offense. They won’t refrain for the sake of opinions and criticism and judgment. They will breathe…