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Words tangle us together like roots: a prose poem
‘Words bring us together’ – this poem is a response to this insight.
Read More‘Words bring us together’ – this poem is a response to this insight.
Read MoreI wrote back to the infamous image of ‘paradise lost’ that has been doing the rounds since Milton. Enjoy!
Read MoreThis body is a poem.
Read MoreI picked up a leaf off the ground because I thought it was pretty. Did not expect a full interview, but here’s the poem-transcript.
Read MoreA poem about the coming of Durga Maa, which is joyously celebrated in my home city of Kolkata and around the world.
Read MoreA poem about love, emerging, and curiosity. Enjoy!
Read MoreBeautiful, is the word that Could truly describe you, Queen, as You step down from your throne and Hold us in your glittering, gleaming Gaze, we bask in your golden hour, and my verse is pretentious, but I sing the praise of the way Your expansive presence Mirrors in my Heart, opening. The touch of…
Read MoreWhere does one begin when face-to-face, erm, screen-to-screen with a teenager with a passion for all things wordy? If you’re asking this question, I’ve already answered it for you in these few pages. About Me My Mission (coming soon) Paradise Prose Blog Manifesto Copyright Notice
Read MoreThanks for reading, with love from — Shreya
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Read MoreTalia Joy has been a presence in my life since 2012, when I first came across her YouTube videos. It is only at the age of 21 that I have begun to realise how extraordinary Talia’s legacy is. Revisiting her videos, I was inspired to write the following poem. But first, some quotations to provide…
Read MoreDear readers, My time at the University of Oxford is drawing to a close; it is now time to sit my final examinations. As a result, I will be taking a hiatus from blogging and writing 😦 Thank you to all my readers for inspiring me to keep writing. I love to see my words…
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Read MoreHope: A Poem
Read MoreA new poem, The Visitor.
Read MoreMy mind has birthed some monsters, and I am here to share them with you. Go figure (see below): Parnika was one of my first creations, though I have only named her in hindsight – today. Parnika means small leaf; it is an alternative name for the Goddess Parvathi. She is a small leaf, the…
Read MoreWhen I Make Space to Pause by Shreya Manna So. When I make space to pause, I listen. The bones at the base of my neck are instruments, Clicking and clacking and croaking under the weight of an uneasy head. My feet oscillate. Drumsticks on a d-d-d-d-drum roll. The mind scans and measures each line…
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