Moment of the Week

By Upasana Gupta {I step in silence, while you dream of violence}   I tread the paths that you plan to burn I whisper the talk that you scream to hear I look around, you look at me With that silent eye, violence underneath My velvet antlers, your velvet shoes Your strange... Read More

By Upasana Gupta What is it about broken doors, sunlit windows and old lanterns? What is it about the undying charm of an old place, why is a new place so comfortably familiar? Why does it pull me in, make me want to sit and think? Maybe it’s the possibility of a new world... Read More

By Upasana Gupta It exists with such perfection amidst the blue distance, the narrow winding path, often consumed by the dancing waves, the happily depressed undertone in the songs of the blind man, the floating belief that connects my deepest thoughts to something pure,... Read More