- Sameer Abraham Thomas
- Feb 26
- 1 min read
Drag the crayon, watch it break.
Pick it up, break it again.
Breaking the crayon is making the break
From reality that you seek.
Dreams of reality in sleep.
But the crayon keeps breaking.
Will all my crayons break?
What happens when all my crayons break?
Will I have to start all over again?
Will you keep my coloured lines up here on this wall?
Or does the city need it for some other purpose?
Forget I was here, I don't want the attention.
My crayon breaks. Please buy me new crayons.
Please buy me new crayons to break.
Sameer Abraham Thomas is a Writing Instructor at the Undergraduate Writing Programme,
Ashoka University. Living with bipolar disorder has not been conducive to writing poetry, but
poetry has helped Thomas give voice to the fears that come with a mental health diagnosis in
an empowering way. He has also taught courses on academic writing, and literature and the arts at Krea University. He has an MPhil in English Literature from Delhi University and has contributed to multiple scholarly publications.
- Roopal
- Feb 26
- 1 min read
Everything has a scar
look at the moon,
its calm stitched
with unspoken wounds.
Each crack carries delight,
for that is where
the light finds a home.
I trace my own fractures,
not to mourn them
but to understand
how survival glows.
Hope arrives softly,
not as triumph,
but as a trembling hand
that refuses to let go.
Even in darkness,
I will find a way
for the broken
shine differently
I Roopal, am a Research Scholar at the Department of English and Modern European Languages, University of Lucknow, working in the area of Children’s Literature. Alongside academic writing, I turn to poetry as a quiet space of reflection, where everyday emotions, memory, and small moments find expression. I believe writing allows me to both learn and listen to stories, silences, and the world around me.
- Dr. Neha Nagar
- Feb 26
- 1 min read
They dressed me in pronouns,
and called it a truth.
I wore them until my skin tore.
The mirror applauded
but the flesh refuses to perform.
Inside me, a revolution whispers,
not loud, not safe –
but alive.
I am both a wound and a weapon
Each scar a sentence.
Each breath a rebellion
against revolution.
Dr. Neha Nagar, Assistant Professor,
Dept. of English,
Maharaja Bijli Pasi Government P.G College,
Ashiana Lucknow
Email- nagar526@gmail.com