poetry

“In the dark timesWill there also be singing?Yes, there will also be singing.About the dark times.”― Bertolt Brecht i have […]

i have lost count of days and dates. it’s not a surprise. i needed many alarms and checks to keep

thinking is a cursebut feeling is a worse onei admire your unadulterated functional self. you walk around without pieces falling

اکیلا تھا کسے آواز دیتااترتی رات سے تنہا لڑا میںمحمد علوی ~ the feeling of being alone is not new

“maybe i’m getting tired–i can’t think of anything but nights with you. i want them warm and silvery.” ~zelda fitzgerald

tell me how the sun sets on your side of the worldor how the pandemic keeps you awakewith thoughts crawling

I’ve never been good at remembering dates or days. more of a habit than an evasion. so I am checking

reading faiz sahab from page 1 for the whatever 0000 time. will be sharing some transliteration I am doing of

something stirs and the soul dances to a rhythm it is akin to Textual entanglements Those were the best of

end of march… the parrots haven’t come around… but then there is a lockdown… its pouring here in lahore… uncanny