I’m looking out through my balcony door The glass gleaming - I never miss that That sheen itself is a pleasure to see The gloss, the shine makes my heart glad
Then I look outside at the city lights Some glimmering others sunny bright I look beyond at the skyline that now Boasts a few high rises above the eighth floor
My mind telescopes into some homes But please hold that thought, don’t let it roam! It’s not a voyeuristic enterprise of the mind It’s reading the drive behind the grind
What makes that man who lives alone In a one room apartment on the third floor Wake up day after day after day? What makes him go out his front door?
What special dreams has he woven with time? Which ones has he decided to leave behind? Is the light in his eyes still glowing bright Or is he just stolidly marking time?
That woman who is holding down Two jobs in two different parts of town What is she hurrying and scouring for? What makes her oblivious to her aches and her sores?
That young boy barely into his teens His moustache is yet to take place of state On his young, adolescent face What is he doing out on the steets so late?
The young girl who sits up late by herself Stitching joras* that must go on the shelf Of an elite boutique. Do her dreams still speak? Or are they now mute wraiths of themselves?
In the pit of my stomach lies a spot of guilt The quickening of my heart tells me the truth Of the relentless grind, the killer odds But I tell myself - what can you possibly do …
The gleaming door now to my back I look over my balcony railing this time Beyond is a world that is dusty and raw My own pleasure wanes in the shadows of night-time
* Jora: In Urdu, a set of clothes, usually shalwar kameeze.
6 thoughts on “VERSE | IN THE SHADOWS OF NIGHT-TIME”
It’s alright, I’m still feeling displaced after being here for 3,5 years 😀 I did notice your balcony photo, what a gorgeous view. I don’t know where you are but I’m in Clifton. The view seems familiar.
Haha! Well, best to take it one day at a time then.
That’s not my balcony I have to admit. Haven’t gotten the opportunity to take a photo of my own balcony. But yes, it captures the basic look and feel
Thank you Arshad! It actually feels alright. I thought I’d suffer from some displacement syndrome, but the creative juices are trickling along 🤓
Also, I’m sure you can tell that I’ve been looking out over my balcony railing a lot in the last week or so! 🙂
It’s alright, I’m still feeling displaced after being here for 3,5 years 😀 I did notice your balcony photo, what a gorgeous view. I don’t know where you are but I’m in Clifton. The view seems familiar.
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Haha! Well, best to take it one day at a time then.
That’s not my balcony I have to admit. Haven’t gotten the opportunity to take a photo of my own balcony. But yes, it captures the basic look and feel
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Oh it was a pretend balcony the last week or so 😃
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It was very real. But I didn’t get to take any photos of my balcony in time for this piece. Bless Google for all the alternative photo ops!
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Love this Mahvash 😍 and how does it feel to be writing in Karachi?
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Thank you Arshad! It actually feels alright. I thought I’d suffer from some displacement syndrome, but the creative juices are trickling along 🤓
Also, I’m sure you can tell that I’ve been looking out over my balcony railing a lot in the last week or so! 🙂
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