epiphany

By Nabeeha Mudassar

i do not desire

for an altar of offerings to be burned at my wake

a throne of bones waiting for reckoning

or a storm of forsaken tears

dampened by a guilty intoxicated soul

and such that to hear– a mournful cadence

but only that sweet flicker of understanding

hushed words beneath moonlight

and a trembling hand- cursed where it points

but hither, it shall rest amongst my fingers

as my soul flickers out, at peace

my eulogy at the end of the world

and this- a single ephemeral thread binding us to existence

Nabeeha is a writer Pakistan. She has been writing since she could pick up a pen and numerous stories, gazettes and poems pay tribute to her seventeen years of life. She writes about things she has felt, seen, or experienced (or read about). To her, writing is a very emotional and sensory thing. She thinks it is because she writes from her heart. Writing allows her to put things in perspective, and, for a while, truly feel the magnitude of what she yearns for.