Every being is a prism, reflective of what they contain, a spectrum of the fragments, piecing their name - Maria Yousuf

Pale spring blooms flutter against a whisper
As strewn rays of light rain
Slightly swaying forth
Back against a bark
Tire swings reminiscence 

When the grits of impossible shard my skin
I think to myself
These are the scars of my win

She draped her felicity 

With a countenance alight

Blissful radiance enveloping the night

Wrapped Fragility

An added evidence to Your apparent Might
Fragility wrapped in a delicate mist
Softening sore sights

- Maria Yousuf

Accompanied in empty space of a barren desert land
Greeted with warmth in the sinking grains of sand
An embodied feeling of being loved
Knowing I will never be alone

- Maria Yousuf

Spears of solace

Watching spears drench me tender

Staring up into the infinite

Lost in the caress of the passerby

Flaunting unwoven joys ignite

Transported into a sheltered solace

Deprived of acknowledgement of reality

Trailed by the warmth of a lost embrace

Parceled in sought after serenity

Wrapping duly in directed precautions 

As paradox of right breaks pace

Shelving away dusted claims

Reveling in spears of solace

- Maria Yousuf

Dying Embers

Watch dying embers consume their prey
Breathing, slithering into decay
Devouring composition lifeless grey
Sweeping existence into the grave

- Maria Yousuf
Tweeted  while curating for @iam_pakistan

The Lantern

Draped in marbled colors of rust

Wording tales of tears and smiles

Subtle sweet, raging loud

Suffocating as I slowly breathe out

An endless ballet

Upon an infinite symphony

Spreading far, deepening slight

Wrapped in sights of delicate blithe

Ivory enclosure, a fragile guard

Exposing whimsical reflections astray

Contorted light, deflected whispers

Trembling frail as existence withers

Delicately showering tinkered rays

Shielding colors rich

Dry petals echoing remnants

Escaping shields of brittle chants

Tales of tattered guards

Keeping safe in frayed shards

Dyed in colors my own

Living hues like a breeze blown

Desert space

Liberated in the mist of a fallen night
Resonating joy gifted upon a graze of sight

In the desert chaos of silent space
Enveloped by the expanse palpable void


Memorizing the feeling of being lost in the sea of emptiness
Whisper free, soft, profound loneliness

Saving the iterated segments of infinite
Equating emptiness to saturated encircled heights

- Maria Yousuf