At night, a parliament of ghosts recline on her chest the ghost of Failures from the Distant Past the ghost of Every Deflated Hope the absent seat where the ghost of Snatched Innocence used to sit but these days it is occupied with a sign: 'Too wise for this bullsh*t, see ya when I see… Continue reading Day 31: Ghosts
I feel like today's prompt word is a sick joke I played on myself (cue the DJ Khaled memes). Either that or this October challenge was truly meant to be. I'm making fun of it now because after two years of living in quietude, I feel like I can talk about it as if it… Continue reading Day 27: a ‘battle’ lost
He necks the water. His shaking hands clutch the glass until his fingertips turn pale, entirely drained of blood. She remains motionless. Her two children clutch her legs. The television cable sits sprawled across the floor, claiming innocence of the crimes committed.
You were a January baby. I should have known then. I should have known you would clash with my May sensibilities. You, ruled by Saturn, would one day eclipse my entity. You, no doubt, would diminish all warmth held for you. Why couldn't I see? Because I'd prayed so fervently for you by the night… Continue reading Day 24: January
She took extra time grooming herself that day, causing annoyance to her siblings who grew exhausted banging on the bathroom door. Bathed in the scents of ittar, hands and feet stained with henna and kohl smudged in her eyes, she then proceeded to dress in her best garments: a ferozi shalwar kameez with a white… Continue reading Day 21: A blind date
How romantic! The perfect love story... I thought, Reading those enthralling tales of lovers long forgotten Forgetting God is nearer than the jugular vein & the unsaid prayer on my tongue's tip Was granted by the Giver who hears all Let me clarify, there is nothing romantic in these prolonged years of separation This grief… Continue reading Day 20: An unsaid ‘wish’ answered
dead leaves, the first signs of change are romanticized far too much their fiery colours and musical crunch welcome by all but I hate dead leaves dead leaves are like dead hearts dead beats and dead dreams dead hopes of growing into something better and brighter a vision unfulfilled a vessel unused dead leaves are… Continue reading Day 17: Dead leaves
You spend most of your life feeling everything with intensity - like the chafing of a raw cut. Your eyes pay the price of their negligence, they pay in pearls scavenged from your soul's deepest caverns And you pray to Him to just please, please make this go away. Once it's dulled, once you no… Continue reading Day 16: Tears
The clutter of my desk during a mid-week free lesson and the scribbles of To Do lists scrawled across my planner In the vocab list collated on the whiteboard and the unsteady handwriting of my scribe, struggling with the interactive pen In the half-drunk cups of tea and catching bits of banter in the staff… Continue reading Day 15: My kind of ‘Calm’
The only house with a light on at 2am is Amna's home. Rigid in bed, she's listening to the sound of her mother's sobs in tahajjud. Laying in bed is a progression from sitting on the stairs listening to her parents fighting, knowing the sudden silence means to run for help. Her father sent divorce… Continue reading Day 14: One ‘law’ for all
Under a shade in another world Next to the home of the first two We shall recline and relish memories Reminisce everything we've carried forth It will seem as though Time never built a bridge between us That the past is but a handspan away. Even after infinite infinities, we will reflect on this: Nothing… Continue reading Day 13: Never ‘Unwritten’
When you grow up in a place that prides itself in being a 'ghetto', when you are your parents' lone daughter and when you are considered the black sheep of the family, BFF's don't come easy. Growing up, I didn't have any BFFs. Of course, I had 'friends' or people I'd see every day in school but… Continue reading Day 12: My BFF
synonym: comeback, recovery, therapy. I know I'm a day behind but it doesn't bother me. Honestly speaking, despite the set back I feel great about my blog. I have, so far, been able to write regularly on a daily basis, even if the post goes up the next day. I've been productive, and working miles… Continue reading Day 11: In need of ‘rehab’
For countless hours I rage My embers of venom ignite terror in the hearts of men Stand and marvel at the sight I am, the destruction I cause. Feel my fiery passion on the surface of your skin, like the suffocation of the grave embrace me My brilliance astounds you. I know no hesitation nor… Continue reading Day 10: Amidst smoke and ‘Fire’
In the UK, phones are definitely up there amongst a teacher's worst nightmares. Not only do teachers have to make sure students aren't using them in class, our pastoral duties require us to deal with an array of issues arising from social media platforms. Some lessons just feel like a vortex: you can see all… Continue reading Day 9: Teachers and ‘Phones’
These days you are nearer to me yet still far from grasp like the lingering perfume of a stranger passing by like standing still in an open field, watching f e a t h e r s floating by.
He's been standing outside for the past 15 minutes. He doesn't knock on the door. He doesn't know that I know.
The weathered hay stacks tremble ever so slightly. Night stirs and the day’s first light breaks through like the fingers of a lover, running his hands through the dark locks of his beloved.
I've been waiting an age. I need you desperately. Each time a tribulation stands before me, I'm reminded of how incapable my girl shoulders are. My mind wanders to you - no matter how many times I admonish it - wishing you were here to show me the right way and hold me up.… Continue reading Day 5: Lessons learnt from ‘Time’
Forget multi-tasking, I can't even do two things at once these days. I tried putting my seat belt on and instead, swallowed the chewing gum I'd only just popped into my mouth. So much for trying to avoid car sickness. For the rest of the journey, I could feel the ball of gum lodged in… Continue reading Day 4: ‘Candy Wrapper’, kind of.
The evening sun settling into my hair; brown eyes glittering reflections of Kashmiri mountains against the horizon. Nestled amid valleys of white gold, our small yet cosy home My own little vegetable patch Your vehicles of choice lined up outside Our children's giggles skipping across and under and over, the kittens, chicks, billy goats scampering… Continue reading Day 3: ‘Horses’, ghodiya da shonk
Before anyone could follow, she hurried over to a particularly crowded corner of her bedroom. It wasn't that she felt worried about what she was hiding, more that she didn’t want her secret hiding places discovered by others. Anyone could walk in and catch her; she had to move swiftly. Had she known the aroma… Continue reading Day 2: ‘Hunger’ a cautionary tale
They said they couldn't reach a point of compromise with you. That it was because you didn't seem to have that same affection for them, the kind that came so naturally to you for me. But I think they're liars. I think they saw too much of me in you to really love you; too… Continue reading Day 1: in praise of an ‘Angel’
Heyoh! Like I don't punish you guys enough by rambling on, I've decided to begin a 30 day writing challenge this October. Is it considered cheating if I've already sketched out some ideas for the first few days? I'm not worried that I'll stop after day 4 and embarrass myself (okay, I am a little… Continue reading October Writing Challenge