Hallway and You

I looked at you, Looking left, At the tinted grey glass, An introvert, aren’t you? Avoiding eye contacts On the right, Mind swinging between Versions of saying ‘hey’: Awkward smiles, A short wave, Or a head nod? You use your energy Calculative of your social anxiety, As you avoid crowds, Taking corner seats. Headphones always …

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 …

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, …

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’ …

I wish.

If I take a chance, Forget the differences, Between the two- The bright black, And the shadowy white, Can I trust you? Trust to not be forced, That you won’t silence me, Leash my freedom, Throw me in that doomed room, Where the only light, As far I see is of dwindling hope. You say …