I swallow moths that live on my window pane
A blanket of withered petals presses me six feet below the sheets
My bedroom is a graveyard when death crawls in the form of deep slumber
Poe stares at me from the poster
On the wall and I tell him I’m in love
He looks at me with the same old haunting in his eyes & I’m magnetized toward his silenced mind
I’m falling for dead faces again
I’m losing touch with myself as
Another death strikes tonight.
-Nameera.
Reignited filaments
Light up the bulbs
The world in your eyes
Looks like my death
And when you’re on
The edge of an apocalypse
Life puts a finger on the
Sheath of politeness
The curtains burn
And I rise.
-Nameera.
It took me nineteen years
To actually realize how we
Are both after the same things
Two free women
Chasing uncertain winds
When one trips
The other holds her up
I live for the sparkle in her eyes
She breathes through my smiles
And when rage takes
Control of us
She begins to fear the wings
I’ve grown
Little does she know
That they don’t take off
Without peace that fuels them;
The peace I find in my
Mother’s embrace.
-Nameera.
At times
I feel like I have the sun for a head
The way different thoughts revolve
Around me just as planets do
In their secret orbits
I wish for the universe to heal my wounds
But instead a black hole chews upon
Intricate pieces of me and spits a
Mouthful of the brightest shining stars that
Look like scattered dead bodies across
The night sky
I’m an escapist
Swallowing wormholes to get anywhere
Patience gnaws at my bones
My soul hits your domain like a
Headstrong asteroid
I was only trying to kiss you
I never thought my blemishes would
Corrupt you through and through
I wish I had told you earlier
That in love I cause destruction
Beyond mending
-Nameera // from escaping love to losing it
What if there’s another you, perhaps in some other part of the universe wishing for life instead of death?
What if all that we believe in is nothing but a foreign concept to him?
He waits each passing day, growing happier with time knowing that some day he is going to escape his death and begin living.
He is carefree when old. A smile forever sits upon his face while his eyes sparkle with all he would do when he’s alive.
As you sit around complaining about life ending too quick, he looks forward to come alive, at last.
Somewhere, in a universe far away, there’s a version of you who calls the beginning an end and the end, a beginning.
-Nameera.
I sat in my favorite corner of
The college library
Pretending to read a book
That failed to confine my
Attention in its age old pages,
Between the mundane and
Forgotten bookshelves there
Was a couple busy making
Out the wonders their bodies
Could do
Such is the taste of youth
It makes you want to bloom
In the most uncanny places
On the other hand
I gaze at the librarian
With his horn-rimmed spectacles
And wonder what fantasies he
Hides behind the expression
That doesn’t mislead me anymore
For I am convinced that I’ve seen
Him steal glances at the
History professor who walks around
With an air of authority that
Would make anyone think before
Putting forth an inane gesture
Yet I wonder what these old souls
Would give to be reckless and stupid again
What would they give to redefine
Their past lives
And weave poetry once again
On fresh shores of fiery lanes
Because to be young & lost
Is bliss beyond thought.
-Nameera // Youth still drips from the hinges of their withering spirit.
Imagination really does take you to unexpected places 😅
In my mother’s bittersweet lullaby
That still faintly rings in my ears;
I have found solace in strangest places
And the eternally notorious alleys
Wrap me in their dirty embrace
Nothing they told me ever made sense
I was always a sinner in search of salvation
Now, I’m a saint roaming unnamed streets
I make shelter out of suppressed bones
And dejected metaphors
It’s amidst these white sheets
And the jet black ink I weep
That I have reached my finality
I have come home to you, poetry
My second womb was pain
And out I emerged as a poet
-Nameera.
