the piece

I cut myself loose from this puzzle
with a snap from the scissors but
it won’t stay away insofar as
these feelings find themselves
right back into the same incision
to fill it as though
they’re screaming at me to go back
to where I was and start again
because I belonged there,
but I don’t want to be a piece of this puzzle
I cannot fathom, I want to be
the one who can mess the pieces
so you can feel
like a piece of my puzzle for once

— Parveen Maghera



My body loosens, and I feel intoxicated
as my eyes follow a string of words
beautifully etched together till the
last alphabet, my skin feels naked,
yet clothed,
I am home because the art
bleeds into my reality
and caresses till
I am seduced.

— Parveen Maghera