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POETRY / Raw Magnolias

This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant

POETRY / I've seen love

I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood

POETRY / A means to an end

go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars

POETRY / Saree

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

POETRY / Cyan is my name when I talk about you

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

POETRY / A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun

Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm

POETRY / Sleepy ghost flight

You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me

FICTION / The smell

“Stop mocking me, Atif! I am telling you there is something here.” 

POETRY / To the Newton of Gaza

Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them

June 8, 2024
June 8, 2024

Raw Magnolias

This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant

June 1, 2024
June 1, 2024

I've seen love

I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood

May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024

A means to an end

go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars

April 27, 2024
April 27, 2024

Saree

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

April 20, 2024
April 20, 2024

Cyan is my name when I talk about you

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

April 4, 2024
April 4, 2024

A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun

Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm

March 21, 2024
March 21, 2024

Sleepy ghost flight

You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me

March 20, 2024
March 20, 2024

The smell

“Stop mocking me, Atif! I am telling you there is something here.” 

March 20, 2024
March 20, 2024

To the Newton of Gaza

Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them

March 2, 2024
March 2, 2024

The last crime against humanity

The only way they chose to do this was probably written or imprinted in our genes–a wild frenzy of carnal expressions filled their faces.

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