poetry

monsoons are unforgiving to the sun.there is no place for it for two months july 16th 2019

dust rises from the edges of  roadsthe pavements engravefootprints of those that walked it~dusk

nasiblove existed before longinglonging precedes lovingi reach the fire you had madefind ashes alonelonely in their dreamswaiting for someone to

cameras everywhereon corners , at khokhassignals, parks and coffee shopsgods eyes everywherethe state said cameras all over the city will

i’m standing at the thresholda child plump – hair tiedeyes fixed on liquid lives i do notunderstand . i am

walls collapsingselective breakdown ~ clocking lives~ the city is creaking at its hinges may 2018

adha chaandshab e tareq pe ubhartaadha chaandtumhari adhi muskurahat  ki tarhaanwoh adhoore,  aadhe raaston ki tarhaanjo kuch mein ne aur

when a man passes bymy hips swaya will of their ownthey have. at a signal the car sighsmen turn and

everything you touchedturned to dust:the warm blood that ran through your bodyas you were brought to mei held you and you

the marigolds did not grow this year.you left us.a friend died of cancer.my migraines have grown in number.the children have