poetry

it’s a ritual of sorts…knowing it’s in vain..wanting is in vain when the giving is not going to come like […]

restingour chinsin cupped handslike we did as childrenwatching howpeople are erased~listlessly awaitingthe train slowly lungesforwardwithout energyeyes hanging outof windowswatching the

feel free from my curse. the stars , the moon, the sky are yours. I returned everything to you to

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causing recurring stress in clients who have caretakers coming from a cycle of repeated stress; passed down from their parents

last ten days of ramzaan ask for forgiveness ask for rizk ask for self,others ask,ask, ask He comes down to

madness is an artthose are socketsfilled with mad dreamsold bookscrates of applesa sunny afternoon in papa’s lapflying  off the neem