Reconnoitre

I delve into life. I question my reality. I examine, search and seek. let us tour this earth. discover its glories. let us leave no stone unturned! let us turn inside out! let us scrutinize every boundary and inquire upon every whim. darling, let us be free.

The void that follows death.

What makes death heavier than all the hurdles of pain we’ve held? In seconds, as heartbreaking as it is, it was always inevitable, no matter how much our hearts yearn to have them back. The thought process of erasing the existence of a person you’ve seen in different attires at different points of your life,…

Blue Sky through Bare Branches.

I look, upwards, at blue sky through bare branches,the dewy wet of cool, green grass on my back,clinging, sinking, pulling me further away from this place.I long for the stillness of beingfound only in the shedding of this meat that plants me here. Oh, to touch those spaces in-between.To graze my lips upon that azure skin.O, opiate…

Larking in Pakistan.

Being surrounded by international cloud of people all my life. There was one specific country that I dreamed of going one day due to the people and their beautiful hospitality and great generous hearts. That is Pakistan, I know this sounds very odd but living in Dubai, a very modern multi cultural city, I have…

To live by the hills.

Frozen nose and palms, I watch the city lighting up, As its people close their eyesTo sleep. To the slow music I smile in rhythm, As it begins to rain. Now the road gets glossyReflecting street lights, Lights of vehicles passing by. Those little lights I shan’t forget,That from far twinkle,Deceiving me like stars come…

Orbits of December

I looked out through my arched window,Only one thing around there still had blooms on,Among the silver leaves, delicate and graceful snowdropsWhich transformed a classic white assortment ; into glamorous wintry display. Fresh gardenia, swaying camellia and heavenly lavender,Caught my memory and me rememberDrowsy and busy November is off; and I’ve treaded into the days…

The Strangers.

I’ve read some words by one of the greatest entrepreneurs in the world, Jack Ma. There was something significant about it. That made me realize how bound we are as humans, and not as just family and friends. Not exactly his words but it goes something like this. “If you want to sell something, your…

Lunar-tic.

I’d spit venom as words Hate till it hurts. Turn our lives in to One twisted curse. I’m indecisive. Scattered. Choices never mattered. I’m stagnant. Don’t try fixing the shattered. I’m inhumanely cold. I rage uncontrolled. Some stories Should just never be told. And yet my galaxy Spins around a memory. The paradox within me…

I am no Wanderer

I still wonder how to wander but often the useless burden turn my journey into futile whispers of mere dreams and never happen. A wanderer has no attachment perseveres as a speck of dust to the vow she made in the heaven she knows to return like a bird at dusk. I am no wanderer,…