Maybe we don’t really know enough. Maybe all the anger that oozes out of our corporeal canisters stems only from the pinhole-visions of wrongfulness that we have had access to. Maybe our emotions are considered overweight our words, obese and our swords, overdrawn. Maybe our trespasses are not as big or great or worthy of … Continue reading leaking
Crowns Molding
The healing won’t begin soon enough. Later, blessings will forget to do their rounds No one really bothers to take note of the night, dew falling like it does, Aims wordlessly for grass. I remember the tiara the kids made for you From all the fallen flowers in our backyard But that gave us only … Continue reading Crowns Molding
Haze
A name frequents the margins of my notebooks It doesn’t get along too well with efficient market hypotheses and fluctuating interest rates Yet it pushes through my skittish numbers and knocks over my groggy little Greek alphabets Like a quarrel from years ago that I can’t quite seem to remember that I can't quite seem … Continue reading Haze
I count to ten
1. when did the tradition of hide and seek resolve into a prayer for calmness all i want is to write a poem about my grandmother’s hands 2. until i was sixteen i loved your rice pudding from that winter, i tasted it grow sweeter every year until we left too much of it to … Continue reading I count to ten
Of Letting Summer Go
Absent are the hoofbeats of the breeze. I am remembering in these boughs about meaninglessness and ecstasy The symmetry of the hunger we feel. And drunken yesterdays, When I stomped on pretty flower beds and you plucked my grass. Abundant is our longing, scrunched up like Veins of a book-bound leaf that shares With us … Continue reading Of Letting Summer Go
punctures
I’ve begun to waste away Not in the maggot-caused atrophying of farm pigs Or the septic turning of salve-starved skin. … Continue reading punctures
Abyss
Today was all wrong. The stench of mourning lingered, like unlaundered, unbleached sheets hung out to dry, for passers-by to get a whiff of And from acres of sprawling oak, their thirsty boughs wrinkled like bathtub blues, birds sang for a price Death and Disease- marauders of the modern temperament- razed every house to the … Continue reading Abyss
An estrangement
I find vestiges of poetry inside of me as I grapple to make a sword of a faltering pen, a nib that makes strange motifs on loose, lost pages My mind, thus far from battle, dons an impenetrable armour Thoughts are numb. Emotion, though, lurch about like they know of the mind’s brutish silence- … Continue reading An estrangement
meaning
I tried so long To figure you out Forgetting in my fancies that Urdu poems are written backwards
saffron lies
I’ve grown up in a world obsessed with geometry: Lines growing, proliferating, marking us as Different from one another. The railroads on my palms rail to protect every home every place of worship every threatening piece of brick and mortar that they try breaking. There are precipices on my skin. An entire civilisation … Continue reading saffron lies
a-trophy
What becomes of the things we cant keep safe Of the words we’re too scared to say Of the forgiveness we never know to ask for Of the wounds we fail to heal What becomes of the love we were once so certain of?