Kavya Sharma's Blog

note - riwaayat in urdu means tradition.


she wrote "jannat" on my sleve
and i knew it'll take me seven
lives to take her through it,
It's a slow journey you walk
with the one who closes her
eyes to lie under your sun-

and while she rests her head
on my shoulder, i feel a million
religions sacrificing consent in
this life time- together when we
lie amidst the prejudice, it's a lot
harsh to suffer the burdens of
one another -

parts of me and parts of her have
been mutilated together in the
process of not giving up, and while
i've held her close and near, a piece
falls off in dismay when we call each
other maharum.

we meet on the southern cost, across
the dying sea in an old monument with
no name no origin, the fear reduces
that way, of being alarmed by those
who died surviving the agonies of
history, alas! we aren't aware.

the full moon falls under our angst,
while we sit across each other,
imagining the things we could be
if mukaddar favoured those who
believed it in.