The kite had broken away from the sky and was stuck on the branch of a tall tree. I gently pulled it free from the thorny grasp and held it in my hands.
‘This is mine. I found it first. I detangled it and I brought it down.’ I protested.
‘No this is mine. It reminds me so much of you.’ He said, looking wistfully at me.
Last night you wrote your sonnets in Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and I ...
Look what happens with a love like that- it lights up the whole sky. ~Hafiz~ Picture:Google
the waxen face of moon melting in the pool of tears like snow in my palms © Nazia J
if I hold my breath, if I become very, very still: if I stop breathing; if I just stop breathing... will I hear you calling me, f...