The Lost Star
I am impatient to be patient, exasperated to calm down; running through the nights longing for the softness of her embrace, weaving my agitation into rubble, grasping at the stale air in my room, where did I put my last hyper fixation? Already forgot… frantically searching for any movement, any sound to drown the ringing in my head; casting spells with trembling hands, the sages told me to never sleep, I break things softly, creating with an ancient rage.
All a farce, all to waste.
I want to turn to softer ways of existing, I want to turn my back to the world, to never know anything, forget all the names, faces and the times we carry, exist like the blooming of a daisy atop a mountain unknown, along a lost trail, smiling under the sun, dying with the sweet scent of earth, my purpose unimportant, my existence unseen, yet soft, yet persistence, breathing unhurriedly under pouring rain, knitting old stories that demand to be told, sleeping in the arms of mother earth; a life unlived, a life wasted bravely.
I want to turn to softer ways of existing, I want to turn my back to the world, to never know anything, forget all the names, faces and the times we carry, exist like the blooming of a daisy atop a mountain unknown, along a lost trail, smiling under the sun, dying with the sweet scent of earth, my purpose unimportant, my existence unseen, yet soft, yet persistence, breathing unhurriedly under pouring rain, knitting old stories that demand to be told, sleeping in the arms of mother earth; a life unlived, a life wasted bravely.
The Lost Star
(Part of a series whose other crocheted pieces were unraveled upon completion)
Crocheted Coaster with Embroidery
8 Inches (diameter)
2021
Text within the book:
وہ ٹوٹا ہوا تارا
That broken star
وہ بچپن جو کھو گیا ہم سے
That childhood that was lost from us
وہ دوست جو روٹھ گیا ہم سے
That friend who got upset from us
ہر دیوار شفق آلود ہے اب
every wall is covered in red now
