“Time ago I too could recall
those moon-lit nights,
wine on the Saqi’s roof—
But Time’s shelved them now
in its niche, in
Memory’s dim places.”
Excerpt From: Rooms Are Never Finished
Agha Shahid Ali
Always this heaviness stays in my heart; how strange it is to be on a land so alien to oneself. Every day wrestling, and every day obtaining things that turn to ashes the moment they’re in your hands.
Ah, ah, ah
And the world; these days, is a world full of lies.