Trilling Water
Trilling Water Knowing nothing of the comings and goings the doors and points of departure knowing nothing of You except what You willed we would recite knowing only about myself what You have revealed
Home: A Poem
Home I've heard it many times in their stares. Go home! go home! Go back where you came from! I ask myself, isn't this my home? But… is it really? Do I have
In Your Heart There Are a Thousand Colors
In your heart are a thousand lost valleys some washed through with rivers some old bone dry rusted as a sunset in your heart are a thousand deep sea caves phosphorescent, haunted by the unclassified,
Before the Fall.
I find myself in spaces Where my tongue cannot not dance With our eyes wide shut Reality is scorned Only to be disguised as fiction, Fiction as reality. News! The paperboy glides down
The Archive
I try to find my mother Over the years Searching In the archives Of love and loss digesting memory An uncomfortable silence That shapes My body Her body Sometimes, she was her Other times, I
…Submerged
You walk away, not only with your elegant existence, Entire universe leaves with you, once you leave. The marvels, The stars, All the planets (discovered and undiscovered ), Shining dust, supernovas, meteorites, asteroids, comets, the
Mosques and Morning Dreams
A Poetic Series: Words by Shameelah Khan Photographs by Luthfiyyah Rahman The athaan In the early hours of the morning Pulsating through the misty windows Of my mother's house I cry Knowing the Gold