Mama, are we losing our nest?
she’s looking at me
wide-eyed, waiting
like i’m the branch
that’s supposed to hold.
Maybe we never left, stayed in Karachi,
Speaking Urdu and Memoni,
We stayed kings, no borders and lines
That’s all I know.
I know that.
Even when I don’t see how. Even when I can’t see a path.
Even when I can’t see at all.
When stories are best kept on screenÂ
And the I told you so’s get repetitive to sayÂ
I will hold a candle in mourningÂ
For you and meÂ
I had a dream that if I followed the script—
was pious, pure, and patient,
then the life I envisioned, the one I was promised—
The color invokes passion, and rage; carnage, and warmth. / It is in the blood that flows inside us – illuminating our wounds, the soul’s witness to pain.
The eyes have dried up and the heart bleeds tears, / leaving a bloodbath in its wake / My dearest children and angels, / I’m sorry the world has failed every one of you…
Tell me why it feels like I’m sinningEven though at times I’m grinningProud of myself for being home with the…
