Poems, Thoughts

#parveenproblems

Flipping the pages
and deciphering unfathomable handwriting
and then asking my mother
what I wrote
and that follows with the usual
“You always ask me what you write,
you can’t even read your own handwriting”.
But then she mysteriously reads it
and it all makes sense.
Mothers know best.

I am writing this post as part of my procrastination from my studying. #parveenproblems.

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Poems

Story Of My Life

Yes, it’s all in my

head. I’m definitely ready.

 

The train moves while I

read. I understand everything.

 

Anxious faces and nervous wandering

souls. Don’t scare me.

 

I read the paper and

stone. What is this?

 

– Parveen Maghera

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