Anusha KhanMemories in winterI found winter in jar jams, sequestered wools, and piercing silences. Have I longed for you? The ghosts swirling around me do not answer…Oct 22, 20221Oct 22, 20221
Anusha KhanCreation I refuse to taint with fears ft. seaMy mother sees the sea and is filled with ominous dread of the uncertain vast space. “A killer,” she mutters as the gust of wind muffles…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Anusha KhanContemplation of wind, sea, & rainWhat we lack in the warmth of human skin, the icy, cold breeze amends for it as it hugs you with passion. For a moment, you are one with…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Anusha KhanThe city as it once wasRooted amid the traffic scents and jarring horns, between men and women bustling by, among stationed trees that stir when wind calls upon…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Anusha KhanYouth & its magicThe inquisitive eyes of a child. You paddle across the soft grass, the dewy crunch vibrating among your heels. The lush green is a doorway…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Anusha KhanA crossing bridge & a single bulbOn the way to the Korangi crossing bridge, you pass by a shop with one bulb lit. In the early mornings of winter, the mist engulfs the air…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Anusha KhanTrain, war, & new beginningsHefty bags and portable luggage slide across the pavement. A rush of green and yellows greets you followed by a close cacophony of voices…Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Anusha KhanBooks & identityWhat is that one thing that grounds you to who you really are?Oct 22, 2022Oct 22, 2022
Anusha KhanFog, train, & inability to sleepA long break but I’m back. Time has warped itself and in adjusting to expectations, insecurities, and a pandemic, I have let go of myself…Jan 24, 2022Jan 24, 2022
