A Writer's Way

~ how does the sun rise without rancour every day? ~ #ghazal https://www.instagram.com/p/CdyKu57pzmf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ your voice rose louder from our tryst's pleasure ~ a topsy-turvy #ghazal for Day 18 #PoetryMonth ... With this, I'm bringing my poetry month spree to an end. I'll hopefully continue to write for the rest of the month, but I won't be posting it here on an everyday basis. Thank you so much for your support and for inspiring me thus far! 😊 https://www.instagram.com/p/CcgDw6HJ-QA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ his gaze ~ Day 17 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcdhvwxviEH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ this frenzy ~ In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow. Death always emerging from those secret fields. —Federico García Lorca Day 16 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/Cca6JHEpdJs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ want ~ Day 15 #PoetryMonth //something simple and naughty https://www.instagram.com/p/CcYaNBrPk4w/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ the anticipation ~ Day 14 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcVv0tNpCNG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ blood ties ~ Why was I born among mirrors? Day turns round and round me. And night copies me in all her stars. —Federico García Lorca Day 13 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcTQI42hXcv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ edifice of life ~ Day 12 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcQlvp4vOwU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ holy trinity ~ Day 11 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcOE4d5P1mG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ sunday evening ~ Day 10 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcLXHMMpUn6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ untitled ~ Day 9 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcI_mjaBqTI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ reminiscence ~ Going back to my emo roots XD Day 8 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcGOkAppQqJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ holding onto... ~ Day 7 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcDqO2avZZB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

~ breaking point ~ The present is as tangled as the world of a cat that lurks in the kitchen. —Salma Day 6 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CcBCQZ9prYs/?utm_medium=tumblr

~ let go ~ i am accused of tending to the past as if i made it, as if i sculpted it with my own hands. —Lucille Clifton ~ Day 5 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb-etGfp0z9/?utm_medium=tumblr

~ dreaming of 'home' ~ I've brought cash, a currency of paisleys to buy the new stamps, rare already, blank no nation named on them. —Agha Shahid Ali Day 4 #PoetryMonth https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb76ZJTJGmz/?utm_medium=tumblr