Trigger Warning. (Sort of)

Hot chocolate, sunshine, books 3 days, trees, wood, a soft bed, a nook by the window, no network, food that nourishes a healed body, a healed mind, a healed soul. Cheese, music, wine, cool breeze, firelight, a long night, eyes not swollen by sleep. eyes not clouded by fear. eyes not glazed by memory. persistent,…

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Skin

There is a lot hidden, under your skin. Memories travel unbidden, under your skin. What countries lie unmapped, unexplored, in wait, Their languages in riddles, under your skin. Their dried up oceans have now become heaps of sand, Perhaps there are pearls hidden, under your skin. Those sights and sounds and smells you remember so!…

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Surkh

Have you been bold enough to write in red? In life, Red may have told you of its grandiose of love and passionit’s twin mistresses.Do you remember a life before that? When red only glared at mistakes? I chose to write our lives in red.I’ll let you decide if this will be one glaring error Or another, that…

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To an Ocean

I picked a few empty shellsalong your shore.Empty homes of your childrennow long gone;Echoing you, the breeze, andtheir conversations with the sand.I wear them around my neck,at a home away from you;Little kisses, a sunset, and loverest on my bones.

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Godhuli

مندروں کی خوشبو سے مہکتی شامیں میرے شہر کی بھٹکتی شامیں تیز سڑکوں پہ اٹکتی شامیں تمہارے نام سے چہکتی شامیں رات کے دامن میں چھُپتی ہوُئی سی روُکتی کہیں ہچکتی شامیں اپنے دائرے میں سِمٹتی شامیں شامیں تُم تک جو کبھی پہنچ نہ سکیں شام کو تھک کر گھر چلتی شامیں मंदिरों की ख़ुशबू…

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Secret Letters

I write letters to you. Letters I’ll never post, Letters I’ll read and reread and imagine your replies to. Should I have used the bird stamps? Or the blue ones with the airplanes? Would you be home when the postman got there? Where would you tear the envelope? Would you make a clean cut Or…

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Undoing

To forget before I can remember. To end before I can begin. साथ चलो, कुछ यादें जलानी हैं, पीली धूप का अम्बी में ज़ायक़ा, हरे रंग की ख़ुश्बू उस गार्डन की, सुर्ख़, डरे ख़ूं का रगों में दौड़े जाना, काली, ख़ाली आँखों का रातों को जागना, नीली सड़कों पर तेज़ रफ़्तार बातें… रंग तो वही…

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