Poems, Thoughts

Work in progress

I’m still tying the fragments of my childhood to the

untidy pieces of my teens,

to be that woman I think I could be,

I’m still a work-in-progress,

a continuous labour of emotions,

would you still be there to see me

build my palace of dreams,

an empire of love and

a universe of never-ending hope?

– Parveen Maghera

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Poems, Thoughts

Lost and found and lost

Each day, we work ourselves into a deep grave of anomie, detached from our authentic selves who once found meaning but lost it as we lost ourselves, we live a pseudo life where humility becomes burdensome, where the only silver lining are the notes in your wallet, a means and end of itself, we’re all simply zombies living paycheck to paycheck, letting the ball roll into someone else’s court, yet they say this is the reality you cannot escape five days in a week,

you’re granted forty-eight hours to find yourself, only to lose it again at 9am the next morning.

– Parveen Maghera

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Poems

Born to fight

you cry and scream like a child when your heart takes the blade of betrayal, longing for a hold of love to mend the broken pieces, your eyes wonder for the answers but the world is full of unexplained chaos, even a touch of empathy does not warm the frozen heart, but you just breathe my little angel, because in this uncertain, unexpected, unfair world, you are born to be a mighty child of God who is armed with the pain of the world as a weapon to destroy the devils that come back at you a second, third or fourth time, on your own, with a heart that has melted overtime with wisdom and maturity, because my little angel, you are your own hero in this chaotic world.

ā€” Parveen Maghera

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