Literature And Other Musings

Confetti


Artwork by Zubeida Agha

Artwork by Zubeida Agha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes, you are afraid.

The “what ifs” hover over you like some form of suspended confetti. Pieces of paper ready to slice open a fresh wound. You taste blood in you mouth. Sharp. The smell of copper.

Ink drips from the pen as you pour your anxieties on a crisp sheet of paper. What will the future hold? Am I worrying too much? The ache is a fungus festering for years. All over the canvas of your mind.

You dab perfume on your neck. Prayers on your lips.

He entwines his fingers with yours, and touches the crease between your eyebrows. Our words tremble with hope.

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23 thoughts on “Confetti”

      • Misaal Shah says:

        I’ll believe that when you continue writing again, and then some more and then again.

        Good to have you back.

      • Misaal Shah says:

        Days go by
        Hard to tell
        which is
        yesterday
        or
        tomorrow.

        Next time
        don’t ask
        or I will
        talk to you
        like this only.

        I like how you condensed your absence with
        health, academic, family drama.

      • Hahaha, your clever snippet of writing made me laugh. We must meet in real life now.

        Yeah, that’s pretty much what was going on. I should get a reality show.

      • Misaal Shah says:

        Careful.
        If you go around meeting the clever sorts.
        You’ll surround yourself with foxes.

        Next time, I’m in Pakistan. Or your in India?

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