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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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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My playground and garden

and just like every other day I tell
the woman in the mirror each morning that
the world is not just my playground it
is my garden where I can choose to
plant the roses and
water them with love or
let the weeds consume the
beauty I fail to envision so I tell
the woman in the mirror that while
the world is my happy playground bustling
with 
curiosity
it is also my beautiful garden exploding
with 
positivity.🌹

— Parveen Maghera

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Lost Angels

we’re all angels in this world, but we do not know because we forget how much we have to offer, the gifts we can give are all drowned in our own pursuits of what society demands from us, and that is the same society that begs our altruism, but how could we find our hidden angels again when the same path to altruism is rigged with competition, popularity masked under each act of charity, how could we tell the authentic from the inauthentic any more in this world of fabrication, I yearn for the angel we were all born with that began glowing right in our mothers’ wombs and then into her soft embrace, the angels are on earth, but they’ve lost their paths, because we forgot about them.

— Parveen Maghera

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