Masud Mahmood

Of nineteen thirty-four

The motor car is always a thing of darkness, In the sun and lighted roads of day And in the luminous gas at night though 

1y ago

The Old Man

After cremation everyone returned To their respective destination. The neighborhood was desolate 

2y ago

The Female Companion 

Not so easy to assure someone 

2y ago

Old Friendship

Old friendship like cold tea waits at your side

4y ago

Two Poems

I was led to delusion,

5y ago

A Poem

A ferocious heat induced meditation And the world was blurred in a haze The streets were torrid cauldrons On which the pedestrians baked.

5y ago

Two Poems

Autumn leaves are seasoned

5y ago

Ancestral Home

When my ancestral home

5y ago
July 31, 2023
July 31, 2023

Of nineteen thirty-four

The motor car is always a thing of darkness, In the sun and lighted roads of day And in the luminous gas at night though 

November 12, 2022
November 12, 2022

The Female Companion 

Not so easy to assure someone 

November 12, 2022
November 12, 2022

The Old Man

After cremation everyone returned To their respective destination. The neighborhood was desolate 

February 8, 2020
February 8, 2020

Old Friendship

Old friendship like cold tea waits at your side

August 31, 2019
August 31, 2019

Two Poems

I was led to delusion,

May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019

A Poem

A ferocious heat induced meditation And the world was blurred in a haze The streets were torrid cauldrons On which the pedestrians baked.

April 6, 2019
April 6, 2019

Two Poems

Autumn leaves are seasoned

January 19, 2019
January 19, 2019

Ancestral Home

When my ancestral home

December 8, 2018
December 8, 2018

TWO POEMS

Butterflies flit, turn and flutter

October 13, 2018
October 13, 2018

TWO POEMS

What's the point in counting years, While the intensities are wasted, In bickering, fame and money matters?