Long Distance


It was only when I saw you again that I understood how broken I’d been

I hadn’t seen you since the last full moon, every phone call we had turned violent with frustration

So in the unwanted absence of you I’d gone into survival mode

Heartbreak like this make me yearn for comforts I never even had

The urge to bask in my motherland’s South Asian sunshine and feel warm rainwater splashing down my back

Elders calling me their child in Urdu, sending me to sleep with head massages laced with coconut oil

Bare feet, long braids, eating food on the floor with my hands

Heartbreak that makes me want to start again in my mother’s footsteps because starting afresh in my own shoes won’t be enough to make me forget

Heartbreak that makes me wish I wasn’t here

So I start to daydream about not being here

Not being dead

But being reborn in the country that flows through my veins

Then I’d never have met you

And I can imagine I wouldn’t ever have to know what it feels like

To be heartbroken like this






Take Me Home


Frida Kahlo on being strange


I’ve been obsessed with Frida Kahlo for as long as I can remember and I always want to write about why – but so complex is her lingering aura that remains, I can’t find the right words yet. Anyways, I saw this quote that is allegedly from an extract of her diary and it really resonated with me, so I wanted to share it regardless.