rain on the first day of Ramzan. I want to change my life with immediate effect. am listening to songs about god and other beloveds—their loss, the fun of their loss, the torture, the play of their torture. lovers are mad people.
i want to sit with slowness. with god’s grace. keep my heart so light as to weep all the time. i want to weep all the time. weep away this Ramzan, weep away this life.
came in proximity to a deer. a most glorious experience.
in front of me: tall, green trees. newly dried. leaves like that of a Christmas tree. hanging from the low end as if holding the weight of those above.
i have visited so many graves which are not mine to visit. plastic flowers at the tombstones. C says it’s probably because they don’t have time to come back.
loved ones. loved ones. loved ones. loved ones. loved ones. loved once.
winter’s first rain rained in karachi & i went back to a most favorite rain song. first heard it in the background of that one scene in Dhobi Ghat (2010) and have been obsessed since. enjoy<3
reading news:
A poem of mine got selected for publication in the latest issue of the other side of hope, which launches virtually tomorrow. would love if you can make it<3
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