By Sudakshina Kashyap
MASQUERADE My body is an unmapped ocean and I'm drowning, constantly sinking in the band-aids of fluidity. You see, depression vivisects every stanza of the anatomy of poetry, turning me into a lullaby whose verses are unable to find the chords of my breaths; for I am blackout poetry, a tragedy masquerading as an art.
Sudakshina Kashyap identifies herself as someone messy, who often had pixie cuts as a child to annoy her neighbourhood aunties, and now she gets lost even on straight roads— but being messy is only poetic. Her works have appeared on a number of literary journals, media houses, print and e-magazines. She’s an International Youth Delegate from India and a Co-Author of two poetry anthologies.
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