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AISHWARYA JAYAL

Prose and Poetry

Welcome to a collection of thoughts, feelings, emotions, and abstract ideas curated from the very depths of your soul, now journeying back to you in the form of the written word. Herein are our desires, humanity, burdens, and journeys laid bare for us to reflect on privately, and yet, in the knowledge that we are not alone.

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Goya

Goya

Goya

It’s the width of a grain of sand. Nay, maybe a hair. The place where I live. It’s not my home - neither borrowed nor rented. Just a...

Aishwarya Jayal

Jul 16, 20233 min read

Two births

Two births

Two births

The air is heavy. Ricocheting off the walls rather slowly and bleeding down to where we sit in the silence that has now conceived unknown...

Aishwarya Jayal

Jul 9, 20233 min read

The time for Nothing

The time for Nothing

The time for Nothing

Time bites me. chomp chomp chomp it goes, teeth gnawing tongue snarling spit flying. It has more than 32 teeth often all canine...

Aishwarya Jayal

May 28, 20234 min read

Prism Break

Prism Break

Prism Break

In my dreams I visit the prison. Walls of papers Littered with black and white letters of the law. A singular window, overlooks the...

Aishwarya Jayal

Aug 15, 20222 min read

Midst of a Middle

Midst of a Middle

Midst of a Middle

It’s not that I don’t believe you. Every word you utter Takes its own curious shape In the form of air Bent many times over Resonating In...

Aishwarya Jayal

Feb 13, 20222 min read

Hot Air Balloon

Hot Air Balloon

Hot Air Balloon

Sometimes, The present is just a giant overblown balloon That’s now bust. And it zooms around this emptiness, In terribly awkward sounds...

Aishwarya Jayal

Jan 6, 20222 min read

Loyalty

Loyalty

Loyalty

She’s exquisite like a collector’s doll. Dainty, porcelain beauty, Dark as the night, With the eyes of a feral cat caught in headlights....

Aishwarya Jayal

Dec 18, 20211 min read

Fingers in your hair

Fingers in your hair

Fingers in your hair

I can glimpse my fingers through your hair, They peep, Like little hikers Trying to reach the promised summit Only to realize That it was...

Aishwarya Jayal

Dec 10, 20212 min read

The Crooked Tooth

The Crooked Tooth

The Crooked Tooth

I can see the pain in her eyes. But I know not why. Nor why she chooses to smile widely, with that one crooked tooth, prominently holding...

Aishwarya Jayal

Nov 27, 20212 min read

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