Pulkita Anand is a student of literature. She likes to listen to music and play badminton. At times, she loves to write too
Now, It Was Yesterday
Only the unknown knows what I don’t know
Windows gesturing about the arrival
of the wind that whispered near my ear
About the movement of the frozen thoughts
The door gaped at me, and i
Fumbling for an answer, i frisked in my pocket
My eyes were half begging and half nagging
Wait like Penelope
A drop of terror trembles on the floor
A dread word crawls
A tuft of hair started growing
On the floor, flickering shadows
And perhaps…not perhaps
It sure is. Yes, it is.
Now, it was yesterday.
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Pulkita Anand is a student of literature. She likes to listen to music and play badminton. At times, she loves to write too.
Her creative works have been published in various journals: Setu Journal, Indian Periodical, Shortstory kids,The Criterion, Twist and Twain, Tint Journal, Lite Lit One, Indian Ruminations, Langlit, Ashvamegha, Lapis Lazuli, Conifer Call, The Creativity Webzine, Winc Magazine (Issue 1, 2, 5 &7), Stanza Cannon, Superpresent, Madwomen in the Attic, Poetica#11 &12, NCTE, The Uglywriters, Impspired, redsoethorns magazine, Golu : The Ant, Literary Yard and among others.
She has been a featured poet in Madwomen in the Attic.
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