They lifted him
Stitched his name into constellations...
The thought of what they thinking
Then they whisper how could she...
Stuck in this box without a view
Need to escape but there's no way to...
Trapped by the fear
The fear inside...
I like to play
with scissors...
Truth is, I still love you,
in the quiet ways I don’t admit out loud...
I felt it again,
that lightning...
I used to cook for you with open hands and heart,
You praised each dish, each careful part...
Whenever Eid comes, I remember my father's white...
That worn-out panjabi—how many years old it was...
I told her that she is me-
If I’d had parents the way she has me and her...
I don’t regret meeting you.
I regret how long I stayed...
We were trouble while being troubled;
And it was the best two weeks of my life with you...