When my mind gets lost in the far corner of the dark side of the moon,
the need grows for razors to expose my blood, destroying progress’ fragile balloon,
I glaze myself in the mirror and, as if the mirror magically change
The beast I thought to see, to a fair queen. Who wonders why we grew estranged.

If raindrops are formed from our chats,
The silly memes we sent one another,
Before hating each other became habit,
Surely, it might not rain again. For the better…

All beautiful things
can’t compete with your beauty
Wearing school uniform
when you’re suppose to be dripping in pearls
guarded by red roses
Priceless, all the money in
the world isn’t enough
Bad foresight and your fairness
makes me blind to
everything except you
Gentle eyes, the door to the universe
The door to tranquil rivers of joy
The door to air, water and life itself
I talked to God asking if
Heaven is missing an angel.

To Rashid Khan and Qais Ahmed

During dread and death,
You use leather and willow,
To show Afghan’s strength.

Let me tattoo you with every beautiful word
in every language
so you can permanently see how beautiful you are.