she is art;
love in all of my senses.
she who loves, nurtures and protects us at every phase of our lives - she who is our saviour.
your love soothes my soul
and lingers in my heart
she's as beautiful
as the sunset.
she will emerge
out of her chrysalis
and unfold her
wings of freedom.
one day, i will find you and that day everything will make sense.
Golden comma award winning poem of the year (2020)
you be the artist
and make me
I have a serious question... What's the deal with Commaful?
I never used to call myself a poet...
What if they don't like it? The struggles of a poet like me.
I carry the cosmos on my bruised fingertips; its chaos lovingly bleeds into me.
Why do I write? For fortune and fame?
A poem about reclaiming identity, inspired by my own experiences as a Pakistani girl. :) Thank you for reading! <3
Many great poets have come very far because of their famous poems. Now, the world has changed, and they are no longer remembered.
I look beneath the universe, Whirling like a cosmogyral...
This is kind of confession. What I can't say, I write.