poem 1

Let’s eat up all the hurts
to vomit out put up appearances.
and hold that pixie dust
and smear it on our chests.

Whether its the stars
or them fucking moons
or that fiery mars.
There’s method to their madness,
a slippery,cosmic dance.

How disgustingly,
we take pride in ourselves,
parading around
inย them still raw scars.

whether its prayer or curses
or cocaine.
we are already doomed.
So whatever rows your boat.
Whatever takes away the pain.

-Syeda Maham Nayyer

Continue reading “XVII”




Light years away
Stars dance today,
and bleed their hearts out.
Galaxies go green with glaze..
Iced by tears
Saltiest to date.

Look at these grazes,
scratches lodged under high strung veils.
Is it just the snow?
Or things have gone cold as a whole?
Thoughts like these
should remain celibate as coal.
None too important
Just a syntax in the fabric of time flow.

Planets transition and retrograde
this too is just a phase..
So let this circus of happenings..
Branch out.
Till you fade….

Till I fade…

– Syeda Maham Nayyer



Lone-Stines Day ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

We are the Lone-Stines..

    Neither four nor teens…๐Ÿ˜‚

    We are a bit amused at the ‘hitched’

    Their workings seem a little sci-fi.

    A candy coated Barbie gurl and a six-packs owing tycoon guy!

    Dramatic Scenarios like Starplus,

    Oh God in heavens above,Why!!

    Teddy bears floating in waterworks..

    No sir we  definitely don’t envy you (and that’s not a smirk)๐Ÿ˜‚

    A day where singles freely post …

    (With out the fear of being labeled Tharki)

    On as to why 

    They can’t get that pyaari Larki

    Unlike popular assumptions:

    We are not increasing our carbon foot print..

    by blowing our off centered noses on a multiple tissue..


    Or go on chocolate eating binges…

    To land ourselves in premature diabetes’s issue.

    So whatever way,you spend your day..  you’re a winner!

    Kyun k ‘Valetine’ day’s is waisay b a saccharine coated commercial trap dear..

    Be smart,Use your head..Waisey b red is not your color to wear.

    Tauba Tauba,

    Don’t be a vile sinner ๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ˜‚



    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


    A Flight Of Imagination



    All this self isolation
    is my choice
    but loneliness used to haunt haunt me,

    fill me up with apprehensions

    The vines of depression
    Will engulf my soul.

    I can see it drifting away,
    to the remote seas
    and impregnable mountains,

    My thoughts will end up in void
    or may be..
    they’ll hang in the air
    as echoes of a suppressed voice
    never sought after….

    Why is it so difficult
    to relate?
    As I scribble this sad note
    A voice reminds me
    at the back of my head.

    That all this static,
    pause or call it vacuum
    is self created.
    After all,
    this isolation is
    self imposed.

    – Syeda Maham


    A Reflection



    The pain somehow swelled in her chest….She had to succumb.Lonliness did come as a bliss


    The terrace had November breeze all over it…The sun, tired from bathing the earthners with its blood; settled to sleep.Birds,proud with their loot landed in their nests.The earliest stars were appearing.The sky was indeed a circus, staged by the heavenly bodies. Had it been some other time,her eyes would not miss a single moment of the sun and moon acrobats.But all this commotion of the skies could not parallel to the fire with in her. Her chai wilted under the aged plastic chair,her pedestal.That face,it loomed in her eyes, bullying her.These fault lines will deepen and cripple her for life, that was for sure. Now that the skeptism was almost gone, everything seemed relevant, too vivid….She stood up, burying this epiphany somewheres deep inside her heart…


    A tear rolled down her cheek. It wasnโ€™t for him definitely, it was for her wounded pride.ย