stitching hearts in summer

stitching hearts in summer

By Himangi Karumathil-MokkilmadamArts
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stitching hearts in summer episodes

  • 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)

    2 min
  • 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

    3 min
  • 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.

    16 min
  • s2ep02: adaptations, ft Dhruvi Hate

    The title sounds a lot like a song, and I like it. In this episode, Himangi reads a few poems and is then joined by Dhruvi Hate, and they talk about movie adaptations - the ones they loved, and the ones they didn't.


    28 min

About stitching hearts in summer

From the publisher's feed

Little quarantine project which I may pick up in the future, but on pause for now!