Untitled Unconsoled -1


The story began, without any notice
Without her permission
She was the lead role
But she didn’t know
The reel was long
She acted it without knowing it
The god the world-they were the cameraman.
I never knew
The story completed itself absenting the lead.
The only story ever only made for me.
But what happened?
I tore the page
The only thing she saw.
She never knew that the story
Long more than she could imagine
Not in a pages or two.
Not enough to be in pages or two.
My pen was a witness.
But it betrayed
I lost her
Along with the story.

-Tasneem Zaman Labeeb