I don't feel like
picking a fight
with
this night
my body
Is gross
tired of carrying
this day
I would like to be
Alone
like a thing
I forgot
to pick up
Alone
I feel
nothing but
bliss
Alone
with small wisps
of dust
and heat
rising from the earth.
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an indie author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
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