Aryan Shafat

There is No Pause

with its fortress of mahals, brimming with Earth’s treasure, gardens and illusions from the eye of the vulture’s flight, past the roadside dhabas, past the colossal statues and solitary temples, dotting the horizon resting comfortably atop Bygone mosques,

In the Halls of the Mughal Kings

A fading comet trail of snippets from the halls of the Mughal Kings remain immortally enshrined in memory’s space.

Cold Towns

Guarded by the Biting Wind,

Daybreak

A perfect luminous ball with deep, wide craters and spots, like freckles-

Stairway to Wonderland

Past giant mountains, which collide with the blue linings of the abyss,

Port of Tranquility

On a sun baked plateau, infused with the hue of stained blood and brown bread, caressed by the waves of the immortal spirit, which

Metamorphosis

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,

Galloping through a park

Beneath the dissolved, age eaten luminous stone,

January 2, 2021
January 2, 2021

There is No Pause

with its fortress of mahals, brimming with Earth’s treasure, gardens and illusions from the eye of the vulture’s flight, past the roadside dhabas, past the colossal statues and solitary temples, dotting the horizon resting comfortably atop Bygone mosques,

September 5, 2020
September 5, 2020

In the Halls of the Mughal Kings

A fading comet trail of snippets from the halls of the Mughal Kings remain immortally enshrined in memory’s space.

November 9, 2019
November 9, 2019

Cold Towns

Guarded by the Biting Wind,

May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018

Daybreak

A perfect luminous ball with deep, wide craters and spots, like freckles-

December 30, 2017
December 30, 2017

Stairway to Wonderland

Past giant mountains, which collide with the blue linings of the abyss,

November 11, 2017
November 11, 2017

Port of Tranquility

On a sun baked plateau, infused with the hue of stained blood and brown bread, caressed by the waves of the immortal spirit, which

September 23, 2017
September 23, 2017

Metamorphosis

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,

December 3, 2016
December 3, 2016

Galloping through a park

Beneath the dissolved, age eaten luminous stone,

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