For The Stars

For The Stars

I swear, you are destined for the stars albeit I see unevenly my face is bigger than my body and my forehead twice the size of mars I swear, you are destined for the stars even if it's true that my ears are inadequate for two and my fingers can't open huge jars I swear, you are destined for the stars so what if there's no place for the skies between my thighs and my chest wears growing scars I swear, you are destined for the stars who cares if my fears are not near reason or if my sense organs are out of proportion the world is ours I swear, you are destined for the stars -Himangi Nair BGM: Spoken Poetry Background Music - L ON (YouTube)

July (June)

I used to believe I was a storyteller. Once upon a time, there stood a mad little meek child, under grey clouds and a raincoat hood. I used to believe I was a poet. With an incohesive rhyme scheme in my back pocket, words 'ink' and 'me' and 'love' and 'dream' in every verse to show it. I wrote a letter to you today. I talked of the clouded sun on your face and how you're one call away but I truly believe you're farther than you seem I hate it when I'm rambling It's why I don't read what I write Did I Did I tell you what I wanted to? ah. back to- the story, yes- of the steady paced waters of June years later, falling onto my black chappals - shoes - they don't dirty my feet like my favourite pink & blue disney slip - ons mom warned me against but, I believed I was a rebel Since the first time I peed in bed the story - of every June smelling different as another secret travels from the back of my neck to the end of my nostrils from where it goes upwards to right between my eyebrows it comes out as the fourth pimple on my temple. I burst it and cry Hence, I believe June is rotten I'll try believing in July. Copyright: Himangi Nair BGM: September Rain - BigRicePiano

s2ep05: interlude

(filler ep)

s2ep04: this December

A year- end unplanned episode full of life updates and new poems. Happy new year!

s2ep3: parts of the brain

In this episode, Himangi introduces her collection of poetry called “parts of the brain” and talks about the writing processes, aspirations and inspirations behind the making of the anthology.