I wander into the blacks, into the blues, where there was a sky before. The stars light up my eyes, the nights hide in my hair; hymns of life waltz inside my lungs and skin reeks of age. These walls have ears, my memories lose years; I chase voices, in the field of unending summers.
I sunbathe, rejoice the ice candy and fly a kite. Running barefoot amidst regrets evading the present, I blame the past and lament an unworthy future.
I dream of the universe while my own ground slips through the fingers.
In collaboration with her majesty Nawazish.