POEM: Petrichor

       It is the smell of renewal, a fresh start             of one’s sins and darkness washed away             by a cool and undiscerning hand             It is the once cracked and dry ground             now filled to the brim, unblemished             made whole again by the weeping heavens             It is flora … More POEM: Petrichor

Chocolate on Halloween

By Hina Gupta Halloween is over, and you ate all the candy One last piece of dark cranberry chocolate in your hand The greasy chocolate melts in your palms Hideous, sweaty and neglected Black gravel wet and damp, stuck on the fingers, From holding the bag too long Fruit flies surround it like the leftover … More Chocolate on Halloween