Aabid Majaz

“The moon touched my shoulder
and I longed for a vanished love”
― Agha Shahid Ali, A Nostalgist's Map of America: Poems

“They make a desolation and call it peace.”
― Gaius Cornelius Tacitus, C. Cornelii Taciti Germania, Agricola, Et De Oratoribus Dialogus (Classic Reprint)

“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 too far to hear them breathe”
― Agha Shahid Ali, The Veiled Suite: The Collected Poems

“There again is memory
at my doorstep --

jasmine crushed under
departing feet.

The moon extinguishes
its silver pain

on the window.”
― Agha Shahid Ali, A Nostalgist's Map of America: Poems