in july, we meet

who knew hope peeked through windows of glass like silver shining on the dinner table or who knew moonlight could be reflected in a fraction of a heartbeat under disguised beams of nervousness and affinity. who knew on some days standing could be a form of pleasure or who knew moving 2 inches and a little more could be the closest to a dream. who knew seconds could sometimes drag on for hours when you’re waiting, like in the airport lounge or sometimes drift away in a flash or who knew grey could have the ability to calm you amidst the extremities of black and white. who knew flowers could bloom in july or who knew a certain whiff could make you dream about dreams you never knew you had before. waiting is hard but who knew watching could be harder. who knew you could float like a cloud of bliss in a four walled room or who knew sacrifice could be a bowl of sweet. time is immaterial but who knew all of life could be collected in a single moment if you wished it to. who knew moments if not moments could be framed, like precious jewels in a jewelry shop or paintings in an art gallery, or the sunsets of lahore on days you least expect the sun to shine on you. who knew i would be here saying all this, symbolizing each moment of discovery like a milestone worth more than all those jewels and paintings, on a path that began only a while back. and maybe if i knew, i would still do it all the same but you know that already.