poetry

صبر gasha hole around which i hoverthere isno space to settle into ~the topography of صبر

… Echoes / Dee

… Stardust / Dee

warmthlike the sun on my face on a cold cold dayyour entire body coming together and it’s as if there

morning arrives again and again persistent in it being a reminder of the lump in my throat where you arise

dreams hanging outside with washed linensun kissed dreamsdreams kissing the sunand at nightcoming up on the chatt¹to see the moondreams

تمھاری یاد پرچھائی سی میرے چاروں پہر سمٹتی جاتی ہے دھندلی شام کے آنگن میں سمندر جیسی

cold branches leaning down watching over me watching me look

it’s not the end though it feels like heaviness settling itself at the base of my lungs wanting to not

you are full of promises you did’nt keep to yourself she said to him to herself- you whispered half drowned