I thought it was my reward for everything I went through
but,
it's just another thing I have to go through.
it's the thin line,
where the failure sunk deep.

liability.

I see the red light
From my building rooftop
As my mother does everything alright
The liability murmurs
Some depressing news
To add to the chorus
Forgetting that she is already
Depressed,
A kid dying of electricity,
Wouldn’t make her less of liability,
There’s lack of empathy,
Imaginative scenarios,
Understanding you’re
The liability.
She is really over up
Starting the day with a smile,
Maybe that is what up to her.
The liability screeches,
But never fails to dominate.



Her response is always no,
Only if she could know,
The liability is not guilty,
Lack of empathy,
From her troubled past,
Maybe if she gets tired of pretending that at last
(chuckles)
In the home,
Small secluded
Deluded,
We laugh avoiding,
Nothing is gonna be alright,
The liability
I blame,
Does not make me any less same.
I write this poem
Out of sadness
As, internalized
Don’t know how to
Respond to emotions
Will keep writing
When everything still burns
Instead of taking accountability.

the phases of moon devoir every night
I get more far away,
these days repeating themselves,
a miser might know better,
collective thieves,
and the charmers of the night,
just want to be better than yesterday,
yet the undeservings won,
but till when, until then
so many questions have been asked,
so many have got unanswered,
can this be called crescent

we died in heaven now we are in hell
the petals have dried up
same as my thoughts
wandering inside out
the pain has made me numb
so has the dry winter
keeping you near,
as I wither,
but Mahira said its alright to fall in love with her
and so I did.

the fluorescent screen 2ft away,
rusty noise, dull winds
and a bent tree,
the dystopia was already mounted
the oblivion already surrounded
and i really liked the way,
ink was flowing from my pen,
the curves of k noticed
yet when the sun set,
it went unnoticed.

what will tomorrow bring I don't know,
I hope that the chaos that surrounds me, end.
When I open windows of my home
I just want to be somewhere but not here,
the olive bench or the pink sunset,
the broken armchair or the white mirror,
I might live my dream from tomorrow,
or I might change my dream tomorrow.

A Sunday market,
with ticking clocks or beautiful necklaces hanging down.
A city known or unknown,
all places can be home
if only I can act like I'm a portrait
of a girl sitting down on her bed,
with no chaos that surrounds her,
just waiting for tomorrow to begin again.

your murmur is the background noise,
as I get lost away to city of stars,
and I dream of falling in love,
a garden of daffodils and sky so violet
your whining is the green screen,
where I paint the dreams of my life.
your life is nothing more than vague stain,
I dream rather more vividly.

the chaos has returned
but had it ever left?
the dazzling city lights or the emptiness in the heart,
or the beauty of wrong decisions,
which led us onto this path.

one who is unknown to the beauty
of art, or one who has been betrayed,
all standstill, travelling on the same roads tonight.

sunshine and empty yellow sky, laughter echoing till cheeks turn red,
the town that screamed home
no longer suffices me
You're no longer here
the streets don't scream home
anymore.
in this ephemeral waves
we've only connections that stay,
and thus,
the sidewalk still has our footprints left.

peach, crimson, lilac, honey,
when the sun shines,
every colour disintegrates on your face,
I become a mirror for you,
I can read your face so clear.
your brown eyes tinged with a twinkle,
I can see your dreams so clear.

and when you smile so radiant,
I swear, we are infinite.

I am floating in oblivion
Bubbles of self doubt,
Black hair sinking,
Dissolving in chlorine water
As we kiss to make bubbles of laughter

As we swim across this endless summer
Seeking possibilities, adventures,
While we dive in pool of mistrust.

You go away while I pull you closer
These few seconds I save
I write a poem about you to pave
Instead of telling you
Maybe, maybe I do love you?

Till I am behind time
And I wake up to dreaming
Maybe I do like swimming.

One by one the words find a home in my heart,
As you sing this melody ,
Beautiful, simple but different.

Words without letters,
Cut out figures stand alone
Like I am in the middle of a fever dream

Melancholy, melody, innocence
Prophecy laid out by an antagonist
As she sings her song, but what do we really detest?

when she sings, the stars twinkle in the night sky,
the intense loneliness we feel
that only sunlight the day after can heal.