Answers

Moonlit night,

Her question

Answers itself.

Advertisements

Ave

Hello distance,

You’ll always have me

Remember.

 

Your endless laughter,

Your skin like summer.

Why do you lament?

Just lend me your lips

So I can sweeten them.

 

Lift your head through storms

At least we’ll have those days

Which went on forever

Like your curls and the depth

Of your light brown eyes.

 

Tell me your dream again,

No tolls for the emperor of dread

No one has escaped yet.

 

Tears from Ceylon

Won’t cut through fate.

I’ll remember crimson grins

and flowers in your hair.

 

Write to me, dear friend.

We’ll see where we go.

Across the map

All the things you said,

It’s not enough.

It’s not enough,

That you have it going on.

 
Show me your hand

You’re never playing

It doesn’t match your fate.


I feel like silence,

But not when you’re​ around

I love the way, the day feels today.

 
Are you afraid 

while I look your way?

We should have stayed home.

But now we know,

No forgetting now.


Put some wind in your hair,

While we run away,

Never leave us out.




Hold on, Goodbye

Hold on, you said.

If I knew where we were going

I’d lose my way.

Are we just the weight of memories?

I know what you’re trying to say,

The lost possibilities you still see.

And I’ll catch a cold, away

From your jar of hearts

But you already know,

So hold on, hold on,

The weight of fallen memories

Will keep us afloat

Away from Goodbye.

Transgress

Listen,

You want quiet but you should hear

between your fleeing emotions,

Between an ocean

My eyes will not see what they longed to see

and

your lips will not taste what they long to taste

So why try to forget

When time will make everything seem misplaced?

 

Waiting so long

 

Look back while the morning comes,

Find your face on the mirrors edge,

Ride the moonlight rays,

It rains while you hide in shade.

 

 

What’s that, that stays the same?

What’s in playing with your crown?

I’m staring through glass,

So wear the grey before you fade away.

Poor Rapunzel

Poor Rapunzel locked away in her room, her corner, her gender. Poor, poor Rapunzel. Didn’t she understand it was for her own good? Why are women so blond yaar? We just have their best interests in mind but they never see.

Look at her now. Choking down tears. What’s the point in suppressing tears? She looks so ugly like that. Don’t even get me started on how annoying the muffled sobs of girls are. Why is she ashamed? If she was a boy we wouldn’t have let her cry. If she was a boy all these problems wouldn’t be there. Now who will marry her? She looked like a cow, but now she’s a buffalo.

What is this short hair hungama? Doesn’t she care about her looks? It is not Indian culture. We’ve lost our standing now. All the neighbors have seen. They’ll say look at that girl; they’ll never come to her wedding. She’s marked. She’s almost worthless on the marriage market now. We let her color her hair. We sent her to medical. But still she cut those beautiful locks.

She’s lucky. She doesn’t understand. If this was Pakistan, no? How much more a villager would have done if she’d gone all over the city after with a boy who, god forbid, might be Muslim. So lucky she is. Anywhere else this would call for an honor killing. She’s lucky a beating is all we gave to remind her of her place, to punish her for cutting her hair. Now we’ll have to find a better astrologer. The family will have to sell a few kidneys, but hopefully we’ll find one of these Americanized boys for her. Some of them like short hair.

But we? We are martyrs. So much we have to suffer. This would never happen in my Grandfather’s day. This would never happen in your Great Grandfather’s day. What to do? Kids these days. We should have been smart and kept her at home. One day a prince will take her and make her his long haired prize, just you wait.