A poem is just an order of words Which might to some mean only two thirds. To some they might have no worth To some they might be their earth. So my pen right now is flowing Blurting out words not knowing. Just meaningless words put together Heavy as a crying throat, light as a … Continue reading Meaningless



Whatever you say, whatever you do, cuts through my veins and they bleed hate. Your mumbles are inked on my bones and your echoes run through my chest between my breaths. The acid in my stomach is trying to break down the words you pushed down my throat to make any sense out of them … Continue reading Unfamiliar


(Urdu; peace) Under the mask Behind the smiles Just a mess, doing nothing.  Clenching my fist and  Biting my nails and  Tapping my feet. My hand is pulling my hair And my stomach is growling And my palms are sweating. I find my thoughts, chaotic Recklessly screaming and beating "Breaking your back, but not doing … Continue reading Sukoon?