Nazneen Kachwala (Nazneen Kachwala)

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Nazneen Kachwala 19 HOURS AGO

The Season of Love

Like the confluence of music and words creates a song
you took a small place in my heart
and made it your home
as a squirrel hides its nuts for the winter
I kept this secret untold
then the spring came, the flowers bloomed
and the breeze spread the scent of my love for you.

© Nazneen Kachwala


Nazneen Kachwala YESTERDAY AT 21:51

A Withered Leaf

Like a withered leaf
turned to dust
still there somewhere
with the winds
she's there
rising and falling
in his thoughts.


Nazneen Kachwala 17 JAN AT 21:36

Sapling's Story

She was a sapling
grown to bear fruits
and flourish, unaware
of the weeds around
sucking life from her
day by day,
she kept her roots firm
smiling in the sun;
the weeds today
thrive under her shade.


Nazneen Kachwala 16 JAN AT 22:20


She ventured canopies
once out of sight
woods untrodden
lands forbidden
drank from the springs of delight;

while on a voyage
across the sea
her vessel was caught
in a tumultuous squall;

she's now stuck in a whirlpool
that will neither drown her
nor will fetch the shore.


Nazneen Kachwala 15 JAN AT 21:49


If you tear my flesh
and dive into my blood
passing through every cell
breaking into every atom
you'll reach a divine stream of nothingness
the same existing in all the hills, stones, seas,
in the silence
when the night meets the day
caressing it with it's breezy fingers
and that in the warmth of my lover's breath;
nothingness that surfaces
in different forms - unknown, unusual
that makes you, and everything;
Nothingness -
which is true,
which will stay.


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Nazneen Kachwala 14 JAN AT 19:08


They are all there
welcoming the sun
wading through the clouds
each clinging to one of its rays
like gems sparkling against the blue
appearing like a colorful hijab
my mother wears to cover her head,
the strings for a day
taking control of the sky
collectively trying to pull down the heavens
to end the earth's grief,
the chirping creatures sacrificed -
a part of the game.
The runners below casting a continuous spell
for the links to break,
then pacing with winds
riding on their witch brooms
to secure the fallen jewels.
The dusk brings along
shooting stars across the horizon
streams of alcohol flowing
in an otherwise dry land
gulping sugars and snacks
folk dancing on the new track;
tired with the day's fiesta
the vastness returns to her old black stole
as my mother does at the end of the day.


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Nazneen Kachwala 13 JAN AT 17:42

Morning View

A pair of wings dotted
beige, purple, turquoise
fluttering at my window
with the rising sun
its antenna reflecting
the beams forming a halo,
gathering sweetness
to fill its home -
a life so short
yet beautiful.


Nazneen Kachwala 12 JAN AT 18:31


She left mark
of her lips
on the goblet
as she sipped
treachery and diffidence
with ardour and
danced to the
harp of her heart
breathing dewy petrichor
for she was
drunk on life.


Nazneen Kachwala 11 JAN AT 18:29


She was the lamp
lighting a room
turned into wildfire
by the wind,
she was the wind
giving music to the flute
turned into tempest
by the rain,
she was the rain
with a rainbow
turned into lightning
against the grey,
she was an ocean of desires
flanked by love
now parched.


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Nazneen Kachwala 10 JAN AT 17:52


An unknown silence
surfaces suddenly
from the depths
of my heart
like a bench
on a deserted shore
looking at the horizon
for a voyager
to cross the sea
and rest in its lap
while the blue coils
the waves like a carpet
to adorn its sands.


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