There it is. There it is again. The only bar of soap dunked in the sink. How repulsive.

A poem by Syeda Erum Noor.

Hop on the train. Greet smiling and genial faces. No one is screaming, not even a baby. There is no sign of differences among the White, Brown and Black. There is no room for hatred and agony. Only love and peace resides in your utopia.

"As stereotypical it sounds, you don’t need to know my name."

Today, I bought a bouquet of ivory poppies for you.

How shall I quantify my love for you?

The gloomy sky above me grumbled, promising downpour.

I clean up after my demons, And when I’m almost done,

I smiled at what was definitely a bluff. "What's it called?"

“What’s the largest sum of money you’ve seen at a time?”

Me and hundreds of my brothers and sisters have been here for quite a long time now. At the very beginning, our family members numbered in the thousands, but due to deforestation,

Strange how people part;

Your name rolls right off my tongue Like it belonged there before I knew you.

The hollow passage of my womanhood.

“Remember, everything in this world happens for a reason. You may be unclear about its purpose now, but you will eventually find out. Never lose faith in yourself.’’

The bottles clanked. I hadn’t met her in years. But I was no longer able to take what was happening to me. And so, I gathered the courage and asked Maria for the meeting.

There she casts a mercurial veil

What is it that I long for? Is it just happiness or something unearthly?

All the upsetting news we received, we learned to toss with the stones that skipped seven times across the water before sinking into oblivion.

Have you ever told a lie, That caused a friendship to untie?