Kabul is falling

I started this poem three days prior to August 15th – the day when Kabul fell. The television channels buzzed with the news of how close the Taliban was getting to Kabul. Those three days that’s all we talked about- we lamented at the state of the Afghan people and the sorry state of women…

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On the other side

Wrote a quick poem today. Its based on something that I’ve been feeling lately – the absence of the fear of crossing over. Losing someone you love to death is frightening or seeing someone you love, suffering or suffering from a disease is terrible but death itself is not. What do you think of it?…

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When I am gone

Don’t judge my life by the poems I wroteThey are like the waning moon-Phases that pass, Like seasons that come and go.Like waves that ebb and flowA few teary monsoons, some harsh winterscannot take away the many springs and summersThat warmed me and helped me bloomRemember me by my smile, the way it made my…

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Closure

Is it possible to weep without a tear,a whimper or any other soundand without your breath racing?Is it possible to grieve without fearOf everybody being around with nobody knowing?It happens in the blink of an eyeWhen your picture on the wall I pass byI see you smiling and my heart wails My brain doesn’t fight…

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