“The man who buries his house in the sand and digs it up again, each evening, learns to put it together quickly and just as quickly to take it apart. My parents sleep like children in the dark. I am… — 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
