Friday, 20 March 2015

Gone too soon.

would you remember
the things i said
the words i wrote
the time we couldn't have
the conversations we could have had
the way my hair would smell
after im dead?

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Anxiety + 2 mugs of coffee

178 people on whatsapp
33 on snapchat
a couple hundreds on twitter
almost a thousand on Facebook
not one person to talk to

Wednesday, 17 December 2014


we find
ourselves joking
about death more often
than we should.
it could be closer than you
could have ever imagined.

Thursday, 25 September 2014


you were meant to conquer
but you to doubt yourself
you were meant to be extraordinary
but youre too afraid

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Nami Danam -Amir Khusrau

Nami danam chi manzil bood shab jaay ki man boodam;
baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
Pari paikar nigaar-e sarw qadde laala rukhsare;
sarapa aafat-e dil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
Khuda khud meer-e majlis bood andar laamakan Khusrau;
Muhammad shamm-e mehfil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.


I wonder what was the place where I was last night,
all around me were half-slaughtered victims of love, tossing about in agony.
There was a nymph-like beloved with cypress-like form and tulip-like face,
ruthlessly playing havoc with the hearts of the lovers.
God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court,
oh Khusrau,
where (the face of) the Prophet too was shedding light like a candle.

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

I promise

one of these days
youll find me dead
or dying
in a field of tulips
at sunrise
it will be the most beautiful thing youve ever seen

Saturday, 6 September 2014

For better or for worse.

coffee stained love letters
never sent
help keep you warm
on some of the coldest nights.