poetry

found a piece of i-in a box at the end of a cupboarda fragrance of time past-spent, rose-filling my lungswithincapacitation […]

میرے آس پاس میرے ساتھ ہے کوئی

ajeeb sultanat haimehr o wafa ki veeraniyon sedhullee huibujhee huiqainaat k us kone semuthiyon k is kinaare takmein bûnd karoon

is not love a curse ?it is a cure you are cursed to love without ever seeing the Belovedthen it

rolling around my ankles gathering some fragments of dreams rising thick like a crescent moonsticking to branches escaping their embrace

the night descendingone rung at a time

my heart is the shape of the night , filled with fireflies and stars https://t.co/kCLvJ1ZyZe

shadows have storiesof who was hereand then leftthe patch of warmthwhere you satwhere i satwhere we satnursery rhymes of pat-sat-matfaded

to lie naked on letters that will make a thought a poem

کیا اب بھی ان گھروں کی آنگن میں ہماری پرچھای کیڑی کاڑا یا پٹہو گرم کھیلتی ہو گی؟جن گھروں سے