counting blessings

goodbyes that extended into years that had become a vicious cycle of remebrance and vehement nods, yours was described as a mind with gaping black spots, with some shadows of anecdotes, mostly a blotched canvas of confusions you were dapper, with wit and a sarcasm to your tongue then also articulate, now your eyes brightened

city of big shoulders

جان بی جمال جانان میل جهان ندارد Arguments under the bridge هر کس که این ندارد حقا که آن ندار Crumble into the curves of the boat با هیچ کس نشانی زان دلستان ندیدم burning embers peep, through pondering windows یا من خبر ندارم یا او نشان ندارد experimental shrines witness to the fires هر

being sure in faith

raindrops pattering into the earth sure of kissing earthworms that sensuously squirm and together teasing the soil into shameless layers of skin clefts and goose bumps   pancakes folding into themselves sure that the drooling maple syrup will trickle gently into their veins and wrap into the gooey warmth of a bite   playlists on

few of my favorite things

Raindrops on roses watch the Jonathan Livingston Seagull sitting spine to spine with The Thornbirds whiskers on kittens tease back my urge to Kill a Mockingbird warm woolen mittens carelessly thrown beside the curled edges of Sophie’s Choice brown paper packages opened to reveal a tumble load of The Godfather, hard bound these are a

chain reaction

60 days to go,she said city by city you come home when does travel transform into a journey as soon as you start collecting memories, I muttered   I love alone, myself in a cocoon your alone is a mosaic of the other;their words, their laughs and chuckles not kidding, this is fairyland you shout

crumbling cookies

the urge to let the borders of self blur and invite indulgence in   the bridge between submission and subscription to destiny and desires   crumbling cookies between curled up feet dipping crisps in potions of teasing warmth and wit   comforting cuppas melodious kettle whistles smooth aromas fill empty spaces with tender ginger tones   choices present as

To my constant, a note

I look at you, feel the blush, dripping blood from my eyes into my cheeks you summon a pause, stop the rush waiting for me to act, often for weeks   Lingering fingers on special textures truths and trials, tumble onto your layers the delight of letting go, words form gestures the summation of years,

STOP

The new normal turning into the cities girls are throwing up on public stage their scarred guts shaking ground daring the Capitol   1,2,10 – clap,clap clap, clap clap clap echoing heartbeats, novice sounds bellow into the veins of adults   watch out, ruling voices the tsunami is building into a furious wave bigger, taller,

growing up with you

Sieving through my feelings today, I find 10 ten things I grew up with; things that are you garden tending fingers, grace bent over flower beds and bougainvillea bushes embellished basha homes, each corner a chapter of a story crocheted friendship tales and warm scones sprinkled with cheerful chatter; giving in all ways you could prayer

Take Back Nirbhaya

Never did my dreams shrink into a cocoon, nightmares don’t sit only in dark alleys I overheard him belching again, echoing the devil from Realms of shattered bodies and fractured souls Beautiful physique, he declared today Holding my breath, sick to my stomach Afraid, it is happening again, violent penetrating words Yearning ache, choked in