Our world is not
the world of blood
or evil magic
petty reasons
are not
our reason
we are free
to resemble nothing
but ourselves
to take flight
at every corner
of our lives
we are beyond motion
beyond danger
beyond time
the problem is totally yours
if you suffer
from the inability
to drive us out
of your illusions.
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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