Sunday, September 13, 2015

Falling--By Sheikha A.--Pakistan and U.A.E.


These nights quiver
under soundlessness,
hear into its stoniness,
deconstructed whispers
foraging for words that be
torrid; wafting into channels
of unhearing, unsleeping ears,
coming as wispy, white lines
in the sleep of my blank mind,
in a night of frozen starlight
forming rivulets that shape
into a you. I obliterate
wide awake; the spaces
melt into the routine of night -
faltering memories’ embrace.

Previously published in The Word Couch, Issue 2

Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and U.A.E. and often finds herself in a world of oscillation that most of the times motivates her writing too. She maintains a (or tries to) blog on