Aw Ashes of the Other Kind. 

Don’t think I’ve turned my wordpress into an Instagram outpost. 🙂
A lot of behind the scenes writing is happening. You’ve stayed with me for so many years, through so many stories. Hold on to me just a little longer. 
Dreams are in the works. ❤️ 

My love to every one who clicked here and stopped by,

Yusra❤️❤️

Day 28- Tell Me How


Day 28 of NaPoWriMo! For the prompt ‘tell me how to heal’. 
Bit of a dark turn, I know. I think it just hit a vein. 
And, well, when my personal dictator has been home since a week, it is a bit hard to focus on the good, too. 
Any hoodies, tomorrow I shall Endeavour to pick right up again. Wishing y’all a great weekend! 

Cuddles and mufflers, 

Yusra 

Day Fifteen- The Man Who Was Poetry 

Day Fifteen- and big news! My first book is finally close to completion. Stay tuned for updates on The Man Who Was Poetry.🙂 
And I need lots of advice from those of you who have published already. Tips and suggestions are most welcome! 

Love, 

Your Yusra Cookie ❤️

Day Thirteen- The Game of No True Names 


It’s starts a day before 

I say I can’t in the morning

You say you won’t in the afternoon

-We both can 

I tell you I’m home 

When the sidewalk 

Is where I am

You tell me you’re waiting 

When you’re already gone

I pretend to be forlorn

Five years from today

Is decided by a tomorrow 

The rest of our lives, 

Like the day after 

You call me slut 

And I call you chutiya

And we pretend there wasn’t a bite

To those words 

Some days we play well

Some days we don’t go home 

Quite the same 

I wonder how long we’ll walk away unscathed 

Back and forth in this game

Where we change all the names 

©Yusra 

13.04.2017 

Day Thirteen- for the prompt by the exceptional J.R. Rogue- the game in which we change the names. 

Day Eleven- Terms And Conditions Apply 

Terms and Conditions Apply 

What I carry behind me 

Ghosts and dead beautiful things 

Pieces of lives unlived 

Nothing that could forgotten be 

Is what I carry behind me

Where I must go from here 

Is not a place, but a person

Better to become, lesser to become 

Simultaneously more

That in myself to instill and revere 

Is not a place, but a person

Where I must go from here 

Clumsy 

Inarticulate 

Handcuffed yet

Obstinate 

I drag my past with rabid glee

It is not of anything else 

But myself that 

I must become free 

©Yusra 

11.04.2017 

For the prompt, #yourefreeyourefreeyourefree. Day Eleven of NaPoWriMo! What have you all been up to? 🙂

Spread the cookie love,

Yusra ❤️

Day Five- Circumstances, Coffee, and Second Chances 

Day Five of NaPoWriMo! 🙂 

Between trying to be more instagram friendly and less technology repellent, I fell asleep before I could post here- oops. On the bright side, I can now do this- ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Stars everywhere. How awesome is that! 😀 

My long love affair with coffee is still running strong. What’s one thing that makes you feel better instantly? 

Love ❤️