poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
crippling it is, these emotions,how they tear up my muscles,how they bend and move in abnormal ways,squirming from the news bought forward,how foolish I am to still yearn for something that does not serve me,what is this something? for what reason can my body not understand that this is wrong?That boundaries were stepped on and […]
haq, jalal, mustafa,alif, laam, meem,ameera, abdullah, ahmed,aftab, akhtar,ali ali ali,I am daughter of sons and poets,christened in zam zam water,with the eyes of angels,I am both the epitomy of faith and hell,they call me shaytaan,but do not look twice at their own tongues,at their own wicked bodies,eyes that whisper curses,with hands envoloped over qurans, I feel […]
vermin,a poison to my brain,chipping away at every acre of muscle,my eyes subdued,why do liars lie with full mouth of teeth,repetition of words never sounding the same,each with new ribbons to paint the fibs they tell,tongue like snake fishing out more to take,a selfish love for wants and desires,for self, not they,for I, not other, […]