Maybe if i sit still enough
All this boiling blood would evaporate
It would stop overflowing into your happy home
Happy life
Ask yourself, "happy wife?"
Look inside your pants and your heart
Shrinking in size

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Invisible labour
People with invisible disabilities have to do
To accommodate the "able" that is you

It makes sense why Cain killed Able
How pathetic is my life i have to be the Cain
That feels nothing but pain

Gifted with immortality
To do labour for everybody

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NEURODIVERGENCE PROCRASTINATION

When you want to do the work
But the work doesn't want to do you

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Did you see how i sat next to Van Gogh's grave?

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I hope your dictionary
never runs out of curse words
in all the languages
you know how to speak

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August 6th

This open gutter
will have to start begging soon
if it doesn't get fixed
It might turn into a wishing well
people will throw coins in....
The coins will block the filth,
Until they become it.

All my homes built on wastelands.
All my romes built on the hope of when?
When will it end?
When the God of gutters
starts collecting sacrifices
and offerings.

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Outside the Vidhan Soudha, it is proudly proclaimed, "Government's work is God's Work."

If government's work is God's Work,
It makes sense the insurance companies don't pay up for Acts of God. I mean insurance is just you betting against yourself and losing every month. Until the day you win and aren't around to see what you have won.

As citizens, we are nothing but a burden we all have to carry. Of course some of us carry the weight of the world on our shoulders without ever getting a chance to live in that world. While the ones who live in it, do not know, how to live in it with or without us.

I can't believe, we have chosen Gods who still ask for Chanda and Hafta. How is my God so poor and rich at the same time?

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The world did not deserve to hear my stories. My mother was right. She said, "They're spectators in a battle you fought and won everyday."

Now, I watch myself turn into one. A spectator. I do not deserve the faith, I claim to follow. I watch my ummah die in headlines, statistics, and reels. They are winning even in death because not one of them has renounced their spirit. I have surrendered to fear, I sit and reject truth out of my mind every morning. I do nothing, say nothing and change nothing. I lie, "This is how the world works."

The truth is, it was never about, "who deserves what," karma is a bedtime story, afterlife is an unfulfilled promise.
A child starving and a king ruling, both do not deserve their states. Nobody is worthy of anything.

We are all at the mercy of each other and we have never learnt how to be merciful, not in the way that truly matters. When we try to create it, we are forced to unlearn it to keep ourselves safe. Until we cannot recognize it, even if it looks like the reflection in the mirror.

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Loving her was like loving a cloud
She changed her shape, form and colour as per her sky

But now, she is all grey
Raining on my pride parade
I wish my heart was big enough to let her in again
But it has been shrinking since she chose a man over her best friend

She gave birth to the best parts of herself and asked me to come visit
After that day, I didn't want to leave
I said, "I am sorry the people in your life don't love you as much as I did."
I wish to be there but she never listens to me
So, why should I listen to her and wait for her to break my heart again?

Why should I listen to a woman who has not found the courage to stand up to men?
Why should I show up for a woman who cannot show up for herself?

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Love and I were born in the same year
He snores, his breath, the metronome to the words, I rap in my sleep. Love asks for forehead kisses before going to work. My kiss erases his frown.

Love asks before he touches me. Love can tell without being told when I do not want to be touched. Love says thank you Mariyam ji, Sorry Mariyam ji, Please Mariyam Ji. Love laughs when I am angry, because he knows, I'm more funny than angry, rubs my back as if I was a cat.
Love laughs at all my jokes. Love doesn't text, he calls.

Love listens to me talk for hours. Love says, go be an artist, I'll support you. Love comes home on time. We go out every night. Mom says, "Marry Love."
I say, "I don't need to involve God, family, social media or the government. We are selfish." Our love is ours. We don't want to share it.

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