Tracing a path across an array of human phenomenology, Respiring Ruin is a collection of poems that examine and convey a series of reflections articulating the nature of our existence unabashedly and unapologetically. The intent is to shed some light on the derelict forms of relationships between people and nature. It questions the quality of life we lead with brief appreciation for the simple joys and little pleasures life holds. The core idea is embodied within the book’s title, which is the ambitious communication of an almost cynical, yet awe-inspiring notion that we as humans are biological architectures that are a compromise between fantasy and decadence. Refraining from the usual title-poem caricature, Respiring Ruin is dialogue poetry, where two people explore not just their own but each other’s thoughts, addressing the masculine and feminine perspectives. Hence, it follows a ‘He-She narrative,’ the “He” written by Pragadish Kirubakaran and “She” by Nikitha Sathi. Interspersed within the book are illustrations which accompany every piece, ensuring you, the reader, a literary and visual treat.

All the Singing Birds is the experience of love, loss, violence and enamoured thoughts articulated in the form of poetry. Expressed in a series of reflections of our metamodernist society, the poems trace our relationship with the world and the luminous intensity we share with creatures around us in a blatantly self-satirical fashion. Raw and laden with musings of a strange wandering, it rationalizes our perception of the world, revealing another side to human nature without losing sight of the enigma. The idea for this book was jerked in to motion to nourish our own cataclysmic and narcissistic nature with a faint hope that we would observe the blemishes of the human mind in its most unflattering moments. After all, in the grand scheme of things, what is it all worth if we don’t even realize that we are the butt of all jokes? Grab a copy now to get lost in the abyss of dying glory and hopeless vestibule of our existence on this tiny speck of blue dot in a somewhat vast and grand universe filled with stardust.