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… ๐ŸŒป

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…

Bruises

โฃThese bruises tattooed on my back are a reminiscence of war.โฃ โฃ My bruises are just reflections of the battlefield on my skin. โฃโฃ From popping my pimples to tapeing the flowery pink cuts on my arms, I have realised that fixing a scar is difficult.โฃโฃ When you put these flames out from your skin,…

Cherry Blossom

//Your home is inside you// If I had a daughter, I’d name her Cherry. Because cherry is the colour of blood, but softer, And lighter. I’d teach my daughter to not be scared of drawing out her sword. To put her opinions on the table like men put their dicks out. With all her confidence….

You are Burning..

“๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด”โฃ โฃ I realised that my life was in the pages I forgot to turn. โฃ I say ‘forgot’ but really, I chose to not turn them. โฃ The next page always felt so heavy,โฃ And the strong part of me had died on…

After this ends

I’m scared of what’ll happen after. I don’t want us to end. Because I know when it does, the skies will bleed.โฃ They will bleed of strong and powerful dead poets. โฃ The blood will fall in rivers and seas making a loud, loud noise, like the breaking of glass.โฃ This noise will remind me…