The hardest part of my life
Blew my eyes
Out

On the streets
Of Karachi

I saw a man
With no legs
With no arms

Just rolling
From side

The hardest part is living a life of a future unknown,

but then, where would I be

without surprises along the way?

Family

WHY DOES LOVE

Why does love have to cut like a rusty knife?
Why does love have to brake like glass on skin and bone?
why does

I'll die a little each day
While sinking beneath a river
Of shame and disgrace

I'll drop from the face of my enemy
Behind waterfalls

Memories

It was all too hard the first time;

it kept me working to bury it over and over

and deeper and deeper.

I never