Here’s to a beautiful year!

Let’s talk! 2020 “I am nowhere, where you left me. Two thousand and twenty miles away, and Stronger.” Two thousand twenty has been an unique and scary year for most of us, if not all. Big Surprise! Not just the things that happened on a massive scale including the protests, pandemic, disasters but small things…

Myself & Absence

Let me tell you about Absence, On the 20th of December, I spoke to you, with love. 11th December, I remembered her four times. The third time, with blood on my wrists. I wanted her to leave me something, on the 12th of December. And by something I meant a naked city which smelled like…

A darker shade of Pink

Last week I went on a diet of jam and butterflies, Wrote an essay for the sky going further and further away from the ground and the ground making my knees itchy. “I wonder when they were younger, did the sky and the ground ever hug each other like they’d never be apart. Now, do…

7 billion Beautiful stars…

This does not feel like healing. Can’t I hear myself….. My thighs have become rotten pink, and grey memories of your heartbreak surround me. Eyes still feel like a small girl trying to find her mother in war. Your empty room does not smell like the orange weather, it’s starting to smell a lot like…

If the sky had escape wounds…

If the sky had escape wounds Would my town still be afraid of welcoming me? Maybe I’d rest in empty spaces Like the boy who painted protests on his dry skin Dry, like lost lovers during the renaissance, Beautiful and cold. My eyes in the mirror Wait for someone to look back. Do my eyes…

Boys like you… 🌻

For boys like you, loving is a sin. A sin where kissing costs us breaking the skies apart. Boys like you, are hard to love. For them, love does not come in soft candies and dead cocoons turning into butterflies. Boys like you expect eating cathedrals and castles at 2 am in the night, when…

What is Kashmir….

They scream their names loudly.. So loud, hoping for an answer back in this prison of red coloured lotuses. They’re getting lost in this festival of ‘what justice is’ when a vivid music starts playing. She, is scared of putting lipstick on their lips again. She’s scared that their lips will become dry like their…

4th August, Midnight

5th August, 12:49 am. Midnight. One day now. The pain is a bit less. Will soon vanish away. My golden tears froze half their way across my cheeks. Running out of tears. Don’t want it to go. Don’t want you to go. Wanted you, I still love you. Want this pain to stay. I want…

A letter to light

/A letter to light/ Noor, If my letters don’t even reach you and neither do my poems, why am I still writing? For whom am I still writing? Sometimes I believe that the only thing that reaches your body these days are arms pressing your neck. Arms with no faces, just hands and my spit…

Some pages in my book…

Good morning or evening or afternoon or whatever. I’m finally doing a ‘just talk’ post. I feel happy about this but kind of uncomfortable too. I decided to write what I felt these past few months. I don’t expect you to go through all this shit of course. But I just felt like I needed…