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Things I hated about you


I am glad that we’re done
You may ask, why?
Well, for starters I do not have to care about your self claimed tragic life
I know that is rude and mean
After all, I promised in the rainy summer night
To always be there for you
But, before you accuse me of being two faced
Before I get the label of a wretched old witch
You need to listen
That I tried my best
I pulled you out from the sea of pain
It wasn’t my fault that you loved to drown
Always standing by the shore for the tides to sweep you from the ground
Your happiness was a concept far beyond reach
The world was too little
The universe not enough
While, I cherished the little things
I saw you always frowned
I gave you more love my soul could offer
Poured words like vodka inside of your mouth
I am sorry, trust me I am
Because, in the end it wasn’t your fault
It was mine
When you asked me what is 1+1
And I wanted to say 2
But my lips uttered, us



So what becomes of the moment after happiness goes away?
Or when the sadness in your veins doesn’t feel foreign but a home?
What happens when physical and spiritual contradictions fade away?

He replied: Life, my love, happens even after every moment has passed away.

People like us.


Then there are people like us
Who are bathed in black and blue
People who walk away from the crowds
Who smile and nod at everyone, thinking
“I need to get the hell out of here!”

Then there are people like us
Who don’t run after others when abandoned
People who just let the world be
Who run towards fire and chaos, yelling
“Please, take me”

Then there are people like us
Who don’t care about money or fancy things to survive
People who will sit on the sidewalk to pass the time
Who watch as the truck goes down the road, imagining
“I would crash into this someday, I know.”

Then there are people like us
Who love with honesty and burning intensity
People who will give you their fucking heart, if you ask
Whose heart you break and they say
“Hmm, well I’m glad you did the honors because this won’t be my first or last.”

Then there are people like us
Who you see everyday in school or empty parking lots
People who daydream and write poetry on their arms
Who toss around words like they mean nothing at all, knowing
“If it makes someone happy then its worth it no matter how hard.”

An open letter to my valentine


Dear ,
sugar plum covered in honey

I love you. I know these three little words can never express all that I feel for you but let me just give it a try? I’ve been staring at the sky for too long because the constellations formed your name and I don’t want to gaze at anything except your name across the melancholic soaked night that gave me happiness. You’re the glimmer of happiness that makes me forget every worry.

You are far and in between us lay, vast deserts and the seven seas but the farther you are the more closer you seem. We share this bond that overcomes all the obstacles life throws at us and you’ve become familiar to me like my reflection in the mirror.
If I could I would run to you, walk to you and even crawl with all my might but I’m afraid that the vast distance might break my bones and shatter my skin-I wouldn’t reach to you in one piece.

Forgive me, for tonight all I have are words to offer. Words that are laced with promises of a future where we are together. A writer can only bleed the love she has on parchment and for you? I can write an eternity and not get tired.

Our future is like us, dark, wrecked and cold but among our ruins we will build a home and I swear, your smile is all I need to survive. For a while now, my world has shifted and tumbled. Not in the sense that the ground shook and the sky fell but in a way that the previous version I so cherished does not make sense to me anymore. My world revolving around your entity makes more sense.

Our tragic tale with all the beauty of this world has two princesses who fell in love and no matter what, you will always ride shotgun. You can have bits of me that are still beautiful and I will cherish parts of you that are broken, as if they are mine. You won’t be chained down by the past and I won’t be bothered about the future. The present will be ours and like two gypsies in love, we will live off the kindness this universe has to offer. I want to experience the life I have left with you by my side and nothing else.

So, as I ink this down there is only one thing my fragile heart dare to asks, will you be my valentine now and forever?

With love,
Sheher Bano



I never thought I would be sitting here on the cold floor with my heart anticipating with the same joy it did years ago. Life is a circle and time is what makes it go round. I never thought that I would be meeting God again, that through a needle and some chivas.

The urgency to be happy. Happiness through a needle? Tap, tap! Pop your vein, bent spoons, burnt cardboard, metallic smell in the air, old syringes, new needles, rubber band and blood.

You see yourself blooming again in the mirror. A rose. A happy rose. Happiness? Contentment? Is it too late to go back?

The circle of life landed me on the same spot as I was two years ago. Tap, tap!

Landing on the same spot twice is okay. Landing on the same spot thrice is your fate. Landing on the same spot again and again in the circle? Well, you’re just fucked.

I am someone to someone else.


Some people in your life always mean more to you.
Some people in your life always mean less to you.
Those who mean more to you at times do hurt you.
Those who mean less to you at times make you smile.
Either way remember one thing, my friend
You are one of those people to someone else.