My words once poured like rivers, soft, honest, unafraid. I wrote you in verses, in whispers, in the spaces between what I said. You heard me, but you never listened, held me, but never stayed. Now you call, like I’m still waiting, like my heart still beats the same. But I have learned the weight…

I almost moved to the coast, shrouded in roaring ports. Where time traversed slower, trees pooling their early-vibrancy as memories come and passed. I almost moved the fireflies from their hometown in twilight-dew, a flicker of light caught by few. I almost moved mountains and rivers and storm-clouds and constellations, but that chance was taken…

When my hard gray heart breaks at the open wet bend, you venture twenty steps to my glen. With the plunk of a coin sunk deep in my depths where I’ve wept ten thousand tears, your lips whisper wishes in my skin. Your knees hit the earth, head heavy in your hands, as you plead…

If toxins taste this good I want to kiss you forever, My thoughts are swimming in you Just you and nothing else So why would I want another When everything I ever dreamed of Is all with you. If love was poison Then I’ll gladly die, I heard venom could kill But in this case…

she had struggled many times in life.  some struggles had been easy to handle, some had been a pure nightmare. but with each one, she had learned that there was always an end date, a day when things finally turned, the air feeling a bit lighter, a bit more hopeful and a bit more easier…

If one day you’re feeling sad, Dial My number. I can’t say I will turn your sadness into laughter, But I can sit with you all day. If one day you’re crying, Dial my number. I can’t say I can stop your tears from flowing, But I can give you my shoulder to cry on.…

When you hear that I have gone, Don’t look for me too far away, For I’m nearer to you than before. Look for me in the laughter of the children. Look for me in the bleating, Of the grazing sheep at pasture. Oh, don’t look too far away; I’m nearer to you than yesterday! Look…

While waiting for your call, I sat by the window pane, Near was a narrow lane, Where was a cat meowing It’s way to the wall, and then to the roof Of a lousy building Where lived an old woman. The cat tried and failed Again and again, Till it reached its ninth attempt. I…

I built a bridge of words to reach you, Crafted from quiet sighs and restless nights. Each syllable, a whisper of my heart, Hoping to meet yours halfway. But your silence is a tide, Rising, pulling me further from the shore. I call out, yet the echo fades, Swallowed by waters, you won’t cross. Did…

Her hair flies in the breeze. Shades of golden and hints of red, the light dances. She looks up at me and smiles. Her smile, like the Moon, cut in half. I stand, I stare I contemplate. What’s prettier? The Sun? The Moon? Or, You? This was written by our contributing writer, Shams Seraj.