This is a poem about the transition, a negotiation, between life and memory.
Love moves beyond boundaries only when we love in multiple territories, in multiple languages, in multiple ways, and shy away to say: look, I am born out of Mohabbat and shall carry it wherever I go like an essence.
The announcement from metro officials announced a delay. He listened to it patiently—not giving the slightest reaction of anxiety. But some part of him wanted this delay to happen.
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