poetry

he prepared you for his departure but it still didn’t prepare you for your fall

sun flowers and a plastic sky will you walk me home under a glistening sun too burnt to offer us

raaste mein ruk jaane ki reet niraali haitm bhi toh koi aam admi na thay

مَتىَ‏ نَصْرُ اللَّهِ  أَلَا إِنَّ نَصْرَ اللَّهِ قَرِيبٌMatā nasrullahi alā inna nasrallāhi qarīb‘When will Allah’s help come?’ Behold! Allah’s help

afternoon light streamtip infall on mytired faceand trickledown let me find youat my stodden feet aching to be kissed takethese

symmetrical rising of the day it’s heady presence my unprepared selfrecoiling fetal i

it doesn’t happen suddenlyyou lose one limb at a time.some days you lose it all.~incapacitation