Firdaus Parvez

With Myself

Outside my bedroom window is an Oak. Years ago I used to sit under it and read. Now, all day long it stands alone pointing in the direction of the breeze. Sometimes, a gnarled branch reaches out and taps on a pane: a reminder from an old friend. 

lost sleep
tangled between sheets
somewhere
out there in the night
an old owl hoots

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About the Author

Firdaus Parvez lives in Aligarh, a town close to New Delhi, India. She writes short stories, flash fiction, and poems about love and loss, family and relationships, stumbling across them in the folds of ordinary lives. She has a few published works both online and in print.