Author Archives: zehrimarwa

Her room was a mess. Dim light, airless and beautifully ruined; A museum of procrastination. Her bed was always unmade and the chair has turned into a clothes rack. There’s a mirror covered with fingerprints, in front of it, an open lipstick, dried up mascara and nail polish spills everywhere; all abandoned.  Amid the academicContinue reading “A Room without Windows”

Autumn came to make us sad, Yet it is for what we wait— Like our favourite sad song, That makes us cry,  Yet, we listen it each day, anyway.

A wind blew that made me remember. Autumn arrived, your favourite September,  Like a favourite song that made me sad, All griefs of past woke up to whisper— They were always there, will be forever. Tried to abandon them all this summer, Yet a wind blew that made me remember: That child who was orphaned,Continue reading “Wind that blow grief”

I had a garden full of flowers, Gave them water, cared for hours. They came and plucked them one by one, So merciless—I was left with none. Now I hate those flowers they give me, I’ll grow my own to set me free. And when they bloom, world will see, The roots of strength thatContinue reading “The flowers they took”