Ananya Burli
Published writing
Museum of Unquiet Light
We are all museums of fears they say For some a prologue , For some an epilogue Born to over love in the garden of graceless Folks But that’s the irony of Stories, the threshold of the unseen As the pathos of distance has eternally been Is so the philosophy of sorrow , the romance of sorcery The bittersweet adventures have always led to The unquiet dead, the utterly mistaken mystery of pain with…