“I have seen letters shredding people to bits,
and silences feeding thunderous war cries
So, you see
I do not know what heals, and what scathes,
what saves, and what breaks”
Through a myriad of sensational imageries, Abhivyakti Singh takes us through the deeper ends of loss and abandonment. Her style is subtle, hard-hitting, and rhythmically melts into the tones of performance poetry. Cobalt talks about ruins and salvation in the milieu of an urban hubbub, extending a nostalgic nod to rural sentiments. It strikes a chord with astounding simplicity and earnestly celebrates the dawn of emotional redemption.