Untitled | Imon Raza

I look up at the molten evening sky,
Dripping drop by drop…
Upon my condemned soul.

I feel the dampness of the meaningless beauty beneath my feet,
I run my fingers softly through this absurdity,
Only to find myself wrestling with pillows on my bed,

Yes, the absurd one.

The one I always wrap between my legs,
And dream of another me within me…

Author : Imon Raza 

I am Imon Raza an alumni of National Institute of Design, Ahmedabad originally from Assam. I am an artist/designer who thinks writing is an integral part of expression and hence life. I have been a assistant researcher at the Hochschule Luzern, Switzerland researching on Mathematics and Films. I have also taught at the Cotton State University, Assam as a visiting Faculty at the Dept. of Anthropology.

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