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

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

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