By Aisha Qamar
When i open my eyes I see the one i want to be
Brown and Bewitching.
Transition was far like the cerulean sky; It was deep and drying like,
The bottle-green waters of the Ravi.
It was slow, Yet i knew I’d become her.
She had a chiffon kameez
The color of jamun
She stored lace and damask In tiny biscuit boxes
That clinked and clattered
Although rusted to the core
Made the perfect place
After herculean efforts when you opened them,
You could see white laces coiled in peace,
Protected and placed.
For me.. When I open my eyes,
I see the one I want to be.
Her eyes caressing me into warmth,
Warranting necessity unraveling me into a liones
teaching me,
sermoning me about Duplicity,
rogue,
and betrayal
in this tiny world
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