Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully
Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
I’m going through a heartbreak
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch