“Srinagar hunches like a wild cat: lonely sentries, wretched in bunkers at the city’s bridges, far from their homes in the plains, licensed to kill . . . while the Jhelum flows under them, sometimes with a dismembered body. On… — Agha Shahid Ali Copy Share Image
“Stationary" The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The… — Agha Shahid Ali Copy Share Image
“Then why let anything remain when whatever we loved turned instantly to stone?” — Agha Shahid Ali Copy Share Image
“There again is memory at my doorstep -- jasmine crushed under departing feet. The moon extinguishes its silver pain on the window.” — Agha Shahid Ali Copy Share Image
“I flipped through their visions, left my number in their sleep. But no one called back. I called all night, called for years, called… — Agha Shahid Ali Copy Share Image
“Srinagar hunches like a wild cat: lonely sentries, wretched in bunkers at the city’s bridges, far from their homes in the plains, licensed to… — Agha Shahid Ali Copy Share Image
“The man who buries his house in the sand and digs it up again, each evening, learns to put it together quickly and just… — Agha Shahid Ali Copy Share Image
