en-grave

If a traveller does not meet with one who is his better, or his equal, let him firmly keep to his solitary journey; there is no companionship with a fool.

- The Dhammapada, 5.61

square B

No more excuses. No more, can't draw, can't write - oh no, no time -  I, gender-dubious underweight person, hereby commit myself to publishing Content, What? on a regular basis.

This is to be sandbox, scratch-pad, pilot episode of things to come. Assuming, of course (and now's the scary part) that you shall offer me regular feedback, shoves, reminders, ideas for forthcoming issues, criticism, love and cups of coffee. I'm terrible at self-publicity, and don't yet have the luxury of being blasé about it so consider this as abject a request for your attention as suits your need.

Thank you.

songs of akalpoush - i

PoV is pillion seat of cycle leaving village behind. Not levitation, though I wish. 

Text and Image (C) Deboleena Rakshit =D

janus

Sick to gills of 

prevarication 

hyperventilation 

circumlocution 

pretension - 

Balking at 

reef-knots 

cross-stitch 

knit knit 

purl purl.

Torch down your cave falls on nothing. No diamonds in your cobwebs. You can have your darkness and eat it too. Your messes, your trifles, your grey gooseberry dreams. Build your fortress, one paradox at a whine, and pout and stay put.

You, I want. I want, you. 

I want to drink your light in. 

The irradiation off your teeth teeth, 

the light that catches your iris, your luminous 

scrupulous skin. Come in, come in.