Untold Postcards

This isn’t a blog. This is contraband.

I’m Mukta—code name optional, chaos not. I write what doesn’t ask permission: poetry that stings, essays that disobey genre, and thoughts that slip under your skin when you're not looking. Untold Postcards is where I leave letters I never meant to send—paper bullets, soft landmines, velvet truths tucked inside digital static.

Expect nothing linear. One post might read like a curse, another like a hymn. I write for the ones who feel too much and say too little. For the ghosts still living in your drafts folder. For the self you’re still editing.

Come here for language that limps and lurches but never lies. For sharp nostalgia, quiet rage, love and longing, cultural fragments, movie analysis, and poetry with bite marks. I don't believe in safe writing. I believe in blood on the page.

You’re here now. Might as well read something that ruins you.

Love,
Mukta<3

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