girliyat The Citadels of Desire The twin ignition points of life - as we want it to be, are on one citadel each. They work together. Because, ultimately, they are one.
love Maybe. Baby We see the moon, and we wonder about its many faces. We see shadow, forgetting we may be casting it. We see pain, not stopping to wonder we may be causing it. Maybe. Just maybe.
girliyat M in M I am in M. My rhymes and my words. My verses and my versus. My darkness and my light. My entire fucking universe. Is. With. M.
girliyat Banjara Heart Sands don't have footprints. That's the purpose of sands. To keep making man want it. In order to create poetry. Or pain.
girliyat Do you have any last wish? And as I remembered the magnolias from my childhood street, it felt like I was dying. Not the cessation of the exchange of air with the atmosphere. But the cessation of the exchange of dreams with the universe.
girliyat The Empress of all Senses What is that one most ruling sense that drives us? To compel, beseech and even challenge us to become more than what we thought we were capable of?
love Mehjabeen What does one do when one looks destiny in the eyes? Does one look away? Or stay till his eyes burn out?
love Girliyat When you meet a child of the universe, what do you do? Do you dip your hand in the river and believe closing your fist will make it yours? Or do you sit by it, for ever? And know that it will be.
