resting
our chins
in cupped hands
like we did as children
watching how
people are erased
              ~
listlessly awaiting
the train slowly lunges
forward
without energy
eyes hanging out
of windows
watching the world go by
         ~
rustling between leaves
tye breeze is impatient
tonight it wants
to be
in
your arms
        ~
ink blots cover the pages
i had written odes to you
cheating my experiences
           ~
amaltaas bursts at its seams
the burning may sun
brings it to a full rapture
life bursts in yellow
spilling onto the streets
like warm honey
cascading the neighborhood

           ~

…

Diya is from lahore. loves old trees, words and surreal nights.