The Silent Outrage

I am what you all hear From mouths Who translate Into wry intentions I am what you see From your ears And not eyes That are blindfolded I am what you mug up and chant Yet never verify Weight of my words, What I wished to preach I am for whom you debate: Loudspeakers early …

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Shared Space of Silence

It was the Monday I had waited for about a year. I was going to meet her yet again. This time, not in my day dreams, but for real. 7 pm. At a small yet beautiful infamous cafe. The lights were dim yellow, so the room felt warm. I waited at this secluded spot. I …

Her Santa

Madeeha, my daughter, Seven years of innocence, Exuberance Shining in her eyes, Took a promise, I couldn’t complete, Maybe... Wishing to visit the Quetta church, The forthcoming Christmas, To get to see the Santa, Bought new Christmas dress, Little white one with hem of red, With small frail angel wings. At church, She, jumping with …

Synesthesia.

Synesthesia Meaning: A perceptual condition in which people may see sounds, taste words or feel a sensation on their skin when they smell certain scents. Looking past The green casement, Gazing at the calm sky, I could sense the muezzin playing. Crows taken aback, Suddenly flew. The sour creamy walls Of the mosque, Cried fire, …

The hot chase.

With a knife in his hand, He ran behind me, Market to street- Street to home, Slam! I shut the door, Pushed and persevered, With all my strength, Yet he forced himself in, Frightened, As his evil eyes chased me, Breathless, I rushed up the stairs, Dreading the mayhem, Locked and latched, But the fierceness …

Eighth.

Windy night, Window not closed tight, Teeth chattering, Like the window battering. Her hands cold, Quilt yet to unfold, Icy cold gusts, My patience calmly bursts. Anger melts, Little better as I felt, I advance to the dormer, Casements shut-soon to be warmer. An innocent devil, I thought, So I smiled more than I aught, …

I Love Thee.

Drowning into your arms, losing sleep, Looking into your crystal brown eyes, Where every detail of my cornea, Telling how much it loves thee, My hair stick to your sweater, No, not the staticky, But the never-weakening strings attached to thee, So many memories, Oh what a roller coaster ride it’s been, You heard me …

The prey.

Flashbacks played on loop, And so did the weary notes, Resonating with my numbness. Took a step I had never thought of. New school, new chances, Full of optimism I was, Yet you welcomed me- Gave my waist a hold. Shuddered but ignored. Creepy, crooked, ugly and dumb, Basket case, lean, Battery and bulb- ‘Tags’ …