signal 11:16

Why must I leave home
and strangle myself on this road
that never ends
yet never starts
help me
save myself

-Ali Sultan

Of Hate

Ali: i brought an anthology of short stories called birthday stories
me: oh nice
Ali: yeah its very good different authors but none of them are happy
my first pay nah
me: hmmm
oh congrats
Ali: how was your day sweetheart?
me: Nothing great actually
i was quite morose today
Ali: Why? What happened?
me: I don’t know.
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One Hour

One Hour

There is no sun that shines here. The only light that comes through is from the tube light that hangs above me, the other one is broken. There are flies everywhere, on the tables, on the walls, inside dishes, on haggard faces and sun burnt hands. Scribbling love letters and smitten with disease.

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Mujhe

mehno ek nawa khuda chaye
jo mere tu bahar rawaey
mera mon jo ujare na
jo meno har shae which
apna wajood na dekhai
jo ghurbat te lachari noh
mere ankhon parokha kar de
jo mene apne waste nah tarpai
koin najo mein tuth chala wahn
mehno ek nawa khuda chaye

Fizza last part

Not only does this hurt
You hurt
Intensive care of this situation
Uninhabited
Blackmailed out of this course
And out of line
Trashcans and dustbins
Deserve better
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Cardiac blues

A house painted red
with your favourite gate and some flowers
a library full of books and wood
and love, hidden
out of sight
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Fizza - 1

First khat via sms (My first ever love letter)

I want to kiss your tummy when its sick
I want to watch back to back mushy movies with you
I want you to be angry with me, beacuae beauty ends there
I want to comb your hair
and smell you
I want to stare at your big yes and kiss your
crooked nose
and wipe wipe off your boogies
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Death

Death should enter soon
quickly
effortlessley
plug
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Neha ke liye khat

I have never met you
Yet I stare at empty windows
And my heart tumbles at its empty staircase
I never thought I could ever see some reflection of myself
Except in this broken mirror
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Conversation before 10:23

Spoke these words
and your voice
and that laugh that surrounds it
it calms me up
spaces
          and
           silences
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A poem in form of a song in form of a screenplay

Instructions

Play “why does it always have to rain on me?” By Travis
Turn the lights off
Open eyes

Side of her bed- Violin plays
Close-up of eyes
Her eyes sparkle
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My ears are bleeding

In some time I am up in the air
Signal to noise
Radio waves
Human distortions
Voice connections
the free form 2 hour slot has been accepted
my ears are bleeding
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Trinity Signal

The third valentine handwritten scrap for Huma

I read this and it really shook me
Sometimes it’s the hardest bit to do stuff on your own
You know
The next time I am in your city, I would love to go and meet your mom with you.
Hold my hand if it gets hard
That’s what hands are for

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Sins of my father

(12:93) Go with this shirt of mine and lay it on my father’s face, he will become a seer

My bed is shaking. I open my eyes, my bed sheet is soaked with sweat and nothing is moving. It is said that when you experience trauma, when something bad happens, when a train hits you, it takes time for its after affects to show their face.

It’s been a week since I came back from volunteer work and Farhan has had the same experience.

Late at night, when everything is silent and the streets smell of the dead, our bodies start shaking and it seems that another earthquake is coming and death is sliding through the floors.

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Bunny

My earliest memory of
my earliest memory…
is you sitting somewhere on a little table
licking salt with that long tongue of yours
that can touch your nose
and those eyes
those yes

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