aishaThe signal is red again.She thinks this is the only moment of freedom she can have full control over. She keeps the car in second gear. Sometimes she wants to…Jul 16, 2021Jul 16, 2021
aishaour motherland is piping the old griefit was the hour before dawn when it occurred to me that somehow in the depths of our despair lingers few syllables unhinged to our…Apr 30, 2021Apr 30, 2021
aishait was like this: we saw the birds flight lower than usual slightly tilted over the stagnant sky…it wasnt like this: we lived happily ever afterApr 25, 2021Apr 25, 2021
aishatheres something so rotten about our house// crawling // grief enters from the backdoor// like a…Apr 17, 2021Apr 17, 2021
aishait’s a few station ahead I don’t know what I’m looking for but something I know I’m lacking…Apr 11, 2021Apr 11, 2021
aishafreedom is a prayer confined to our parched lips free-dom, a two syllable word trapped in the…Mar 26, 20211Mar 26, 20211
aishawo sab mujh main rehti hain aur khoob thaa’t say rehti hain jo be’ghar hokay nikli hain ya lashain…Mar 11, 2021Mar 11, 2021