ANAR (Issath Rehana Mohamed Azeem ) Poems

Though used to seeing blood
regularly every month,
I am still shocked and flustered
when my child runs to me howling
...

Let the two of us depart
Bury this extreme love
We seized from each other
Into the pits of this night
...

The kiss, flies around
like a strange blue bird.

Have not you seen during
...

Her face dazzled sun-like
rising above her breasts
that were a pair of hills or a heaving mountain.
...

From under a fully mature tree
the frail bodied man was playing the musical instrument.

Dust and dry leaves rose and flew
...