#2 Letting Go!

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I carve out sentiments and adjure metaphor from our loving memories of dawn hysteria. As words I put them forth, through your crystal body fragile and delicate; bruised for me to soothe, but the reflective lights of your aura and ambience blind my sight and burn my insides. Love becomes and illusion and so does chaos. The voices in my head- start. They grow high in tone and tense when I am alone and at times in a millions crowd they become whispers. Like the touch of colorful plumage feathers and silk sheets, or at times deafening drum blows piercing through my sight, they numb me. But your colors, your aura and our every moment, morphs-YOU, posing as the naked king of my thoughts. I fall back again into the sands of time, yet again deeper with aqua pura falling from the ember and cinder shade skies. I on my knees, trapped with a leash and a burnt back- your memories, your love and the winds of life have gashed my skin. Your indoctrination and laws that tricked me into it all. My flaws openly subjected to be disclosed will no longer corrupt my ways. My inner animal, my inner gypsy is heaving. My spirit not grieving. There comes my wakeful greeting. I feel the shivers, in my bones. They travel through my vertebrae. Fracturing and cracking- I exit the state. My desire to levitate astray, is now there alas! To be free, liberated-to be beyond!

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About Bano

I’m trying to find a better introduction but since, I can’t? Hi! I’m Sheher Bano Zafar and I write. I write not because there lies aspiration to be a writer someday but because, it keeps me sane. I love the color silver, black and grey. I also realize that they fall under the same color tone. Whatever, I write is a result of my 3 a.m blues or insomniac depressive tendencies. I can’t write during the day. I’m addicted to caffeine and well, anything and everything (if I like it). Also, I suck at conversations. I bite my nails. Most of the time I’m clueless about the world around me. I love politics and youth activism. People tell me that art and politics don’t belong in the same mind, but I’m passionate about both. One day I might be drawing on a canvas or writing a story and the very next day I will be heading off to attend a summit on the role of youth at the United Nations. I have multiple people trapped in the same body. Each side does try to express itself, in minimal ways if not fully. I’m currently going through a rough patch in life. I guess, I’m adjusting to the world through multiple perceptions. I absolutely love talking to myself because an expert opinion is always required. Most of the time, I just play scenarios in my mind that would never happen. I’m very contradictory in my thought process and actions but it is okay, people get to be what they want to be as long as no other soul is hurt. Peace out!

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