My City is a Murder of Crows by Nikita Parik

In My City is a Murder of Crows, Nikita Parik delivers a collection that pulses with linguistic elegance and emotional nuance. These poems traverse landscapes of city and self, embodying a sensuous interplay of image, memory, and metaphor. Parik’s voice is assured yet intimate, her craft meticulous without ever losing tenderness.

Here, language does not posture—it breathes. The poems walk the fine line between vulnerability and control, using evocative details—a mouth like an Indian balcony, a fish stinking in transit, an itr-seller with old eyes—to unearth the unexpected lyricism of everyday life. Cities transform into living, breathing organisms; bodies into cartographies of longing and decay.

This is a collection that does not merely promise—it delivers. With warmth, intelligence, and clarity, Parik invites us to peer into the hushed interiors of her poetic world, where every line lingers like perfume in the monsoon air.