Mudasir Zubair

I could write whole hours of my life—

some things very pointless,

some things that will be over in a minute,

some things

that will last forever.


people would care,

it seems no one should care,

or if they do care,

when I try to explain what’s going on, I don’t know if people will construct a

home in their hearts for me.

So I built my own out of pens and sheets.

Some will     come to my den     I will greet them


with beginner’s luck we’ll chart the stars

                and dance in the rain

pick flowers

and color our hair

till dawn                                             when we part