Ambitions filled with lust

Ambitions filled with lust

I want to crawl into you,

Forward, and make it to the sunsets of

Tandem trances.

Us laughing at the

Same time,

Dancing to lullabies,

My newest love,

Your purest vice

In ecstasy.

~Maryum Khalid~


Language of love

Souls outlasting the bitter cold

Winters of the spaces between closeness

And of the indefinite times

And seasons of distance.

The reflection of warmth

Stretching into the soul,

Possibly flourishing from

another dimension-

Parallel to all the

Distrusting relationships that

Have become absolute

With every second of time’s


Rising from the dead after

The quarrels in your head,

Wondering how many lives you

Have left- to live and

Whether you are going to

Bare children so they can carry

The world of friendship and loyalty

With their heartbeat, twinkling

An era of a valiant odyssey-

No shortcomings.

And when it comes,

Naturally, the exalted souls

Will have risked everything

Except all the languages

Of love.

~Maryum Khalid~

Minoan goddess picking saffron flower, 1200 BC

Stay as you are

The thing about

Colours and shades

Is how they rock

Back and forth

In your head

Playing in your mind,

Asking you to take a second

To look at this, that way.

If you are a wanderer,

You look for your spirit

In the shades of black,

Sometimes in the variations

Of the devil

And in the background,

Your mind is mix- matching

Brighter tones of all the dark you carry,

So you can someday

Arrive at the soliloquy

Of your life and form

Accent, dignity and purity-

Mix it with charcoal.

And when rocking

Back and forth

With the shades of glory(and gory)

How is it that your mind

Is just adding sparkles

Of thoughts and fiery details,

Fiercely about the times

You almost died

And those you

Are still to discover.

You don’t know the

Shade of self- doubt and

The hue self- confident gives.

Midnight- blue hasn’t taught

You a thing or two

About self image yet.

Stay as you are.

Stay as you are.

~Maryum Khalid~

Art by Bruno Romanelli

The one sin

“There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft… When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness” (Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner).


Are you beyond fear and abandonment?

Are you safe because you know the system

And how it’s not supposed to work?

Have you cured your blindness because you fought with pure evil?

Where is your simplicity coming from?

Is this collected character woven from understanding the complexity of things?

When will you realize your moments of truth?

~Maryum Khalid~

Trusting the Process

Mystical Journey

Fear paralyzes us. It holds us captive and imprisons everything we know to be true. I read somewhere that without fear there is no courage. But when you are stricken by panic and despair it’s really difficult to see bravery.

The woman I am today has no clue how I lived in fear for so long. I just don’t know why I didn’t move forward and abandoned all the things that kept me hostage. I didn’t know better. I didn’t know how. I felt the aches and pains of loneliness and responsibilities. Shame and guilt lived simultaneously drowning me. I couldn’t breathe. And one day softly within I heard the words, “Fear not! Fear is Forgiving Everything, Acknowledging Release.”

I am who I am because of each story inside of me. Each single event led me here. I have courage, tenacity, perseverance, and a forgiving heart. Just like that I…

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There is a love

There is a love

That will not die:


Kind of like

The truth no

One knows-

Which either

Eats you or

Flows through

Your blood

Like Mary Jane

And her passing

You scented



No one tells you

Your rights and


And you are

Left to make

Sense of why you

Even look for answers

In people

And of the odor

Of Nicotianas,

After dusk.


When words made

You comfortable

To open someone and

Look through their skin

And your showering

Of animosity

Towards them

Was really that

You couldn’t handle

Your colder parts-

Your perennial


There is a love

That will not die:

When you’re not sure

Whether to

Serve your memories

Or make new ones.

Next Wednesday, the

Fragrance will blend

In my surroundings;

Almost like a part

Of it, my heart,

My Gardenias and

I am going to be

A lustful scent.


No, love is not my enemy:

It is my wound:

So don’t tell me how to love

And how I should pick myself up-

You only see

What you see in yourself.

~Maryum Khalid~

“Half of life is lost in charming others.
The other half is lost in going through anxieties caused by others.
Leave this play. You have played enough” (Rumi).