Bye

Call it a lukewarm and selfish love The ache and the broken pieces are ubiquitous A prop for my faint heart Wailing in misery Wailing for the lost and forgotten Our affection Buried beneath the sands of fear and anger Long gone relics of us flutter in the wind The frayed strings have slipped past…

Forgotten

The giggles in the class Reverberating all through our hearts The smiles and the cheesy lines said They all were not paper, they were real The clocks ticks slowly Echoing the misery of our hearts We wait for the doom to end Only to see it prolonged Are we the unlucky ones? Why are we…

Red ink on my shirt

Dedicated to all the merciless kids who died in the Pesahwar massacre. R.I.P. little angels. I’m scared to go in, mum It’s my first day of school. How will the teachers be? How will my classmates be? Will they love me, mom? Or will they hate? I don’t want to study, mom, I want to…