Let’s bite our nails

And paint them blue!

Pull together our shit and dance to stoner rock tunes.                                   in the earliest parts of nights..       when skies still have that purple hue. Let the stars witness,

how we ruin ourselves anew            

Like a sponge Drunk on secondhand misery,.                                                   Girl I wonder;

why have I become young

at youth’s dying..?

How much of us..

do these concrete jungles define?

Why did I wake up

 in the deadliest of colds?

Why is this moon waxing

at the instances,all wrong!

It’s too late,It’s been late for ages now..                                                           So Just shut up already and clap for others..                                                   Cause the world’s not your stage!

Not yours to hold.. Anymore.

Honey it’s not us,                                         It’s our memories.                                     that have become decades old.

-Syeda Maham Nayyer


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