poetry

and what happens when you  come out a butterfly..  do you fly.. do you soar .. or merely cry in […]

lahore; the city never sleepsas if it’s been sentenced to never restit keeps heaving under the demands of a people

split a splinterinto two and a half

‘where are you d’wrapping the sunlight in my armsfilling my eyes with the dew of this morningi come to you~aura

the way dies , withers along the steps one takes and before long the path has lost your footsteps, forgotten

ask me why i drift awayand i shall smile at the edge of your universe#orbit december 2018

i heard myself leavesoft footsteps on the cold tileshushing my presence lest you noticedbutyou didand you threw a fitand cursed

“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” Wislawa Szymborska / Possibilities

if love were an eveningit must be thisblazing orange melting into a cool bluespreading a lavender across my sky

twenty one daysit feels like a line from an apologetic poemor an aphorismfor the days the sun will not come