Taimur Khan

We have touched the precarious petals of the flowers called friendship on many sides and they have never ceased to surprise. Everywhere there is a purpose, everywhere a suspicion as to the purpose, nectar guides and scent and sweet relishes, but seldom the power to hold the whole fluorescence to the same receptacle for long. […]

May this noon rest lightly like a plume from an egret’s crest on your happiness, ease inside the book you clutch close to the feeblest murmurs. We witness birds and reckon their flying for freedom; I write verses to weave your voice into mine and let it off in the simmering noon – listen, and […]

The essence of actions may not be confirmed and tend to sail through pompous pillars bobbing on crests of breathless surfs back to ourselves, may sink like pebbles in a blind well, reemerge as dragons misconceived forever, forever named and seldom deemed lone travelers who breathe fire only to warm their clammy claws – they […]

Along the muddy torrents in the winter downpour’s view of old alleyways, there hides a mosque with a lorn façade and silly marble tiles burying the yard. There I want to feel the cool rain on our soles together, to enter through the arches into the chamber of two blazing domes, see the stars of […]

Across the curled and twisted shisham twigs, the clouds are breathing facets of the sun as it slinks and slings shadows of the smallest things onto a great expanse of the greenest grass. If we sit quietly on that green bench and listen, we’ll see that no one speaks to another but still, see what’s […]