fann-e-taameer​​

 

 

Crumbling

Dissolving

In the memories it holds—hoards

Catching dust—dirt—a dearth

of hope

reeking 

of familiar scents—rotten nostalgia

Shai 

outgrowing its time

decaying in loss—longing

Waiting to be salvaged 

to be emptied—broken—resurrected

Given a (new) purpose

Can break no walls

Nor add new ones

full to the brim—

you will see it too

When you open an obscure door

In search of Noor

and find a garret 

holding within, a time ago

Wrapped in sheets—shields 

secured in (locked) trunks

Protected from that thing 

No one knows

 

When you give up

give in

And build from scratch

make big openings

bigger rooms

step inside 

through veined

variegated

stunning sandstone

Add an ascent

in pink sangemarmar ​

Insert a roshan sehn

opening up to the blue

To touch from within

with bare, yearning hands

The sun’s scorch

The rain’s roar

​

Just as the aab-o-taab is set to dance

You're asked,

not to forget the metal bars