Afshan Amin

Biography

Explorer: Looking at the familiar from an unfamiliar perspective

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She was intimidated by him but he also made her heart flutter every time he caught her looking at him. She fell for his courage and sincerity, and even if the world didn't believe him, she wanted him, she loved him for what he was, and that was all there was to it.

Botany Lessons

Today, he taught me the science behind why love is a verb. This was without haste, This was without inhibitions. This was tender, like a healer's hand. This was a need for my survival. A practice test, a viva, a demonstration of the dissection, a prerequisite for labelling the diagram. He handed me the flower, looking straight into my eyes. It used to be a bud, that blossomed into a prunus persica, peachtree flower. Its nectar, so sweet. I felt the petals, with my fingertips, a gentle rub, caressing its softness against my cheek. This is the stamen, the pollen sac. These are the masculine features of the flower. To distract him from the lesson, I began to peel the petals: “He loves me, He loves me, knot.” He quickly pinpointed, That is you. This is the ovary, the most treasured part, that bears the fruit. How the garden outside the window, turned the barren land into fertile soil. Just us two are enough. Within us, the philosophy of botany. Try the peach, Sink your teeth into the flesh, now suck the nectar. I gazed at the wonder of how simple the act is and yet amazed at the signs for those who contemplate.

Young Love

It was only when I saw you after years, I realised that time could not age love. Was it you sensing my nervousness around you, or the confidence you wore so easily around me? The coincidence of our eye contact, or our innocence of still pretending to look away?

The Other Side

Walking down the street, my hands in my pockets. It's better this way. Alone. Unlike the half-hearted hand-holding you offered. A simpleton could reason, this was not love’s path. Yet I walked on with conviction, and you doubted me in silence. Each time our hands clasped together, they drifted apart in the midst of c r o s s i n g the road. I would wave to you on the other side. Go on, this time I have decided to stay back.

Camouflaged

If this mirror could reflect our deep-seated scars in our withered souls, we’d understand why do these emotions always manifest in tears, whether we cry or laugh the hardest. afshan amin mohammad

Sinner

I’m too sinful to enter the mosque. I broke the fast, savoring the amber drink, and spent from what I set aside for alms. Tell me a place to hide, for I knocked on my heart’s door and still found God within. --afshan amin mohammad

My Lover's Equation

Why do you count your prayer beads? Do you believe how much is uttered > how it is uttered? If God calculates every deed in the hereafter, Let me × my sins by meeting your green gaze. And find the probability — your virtues ÷ your sin? Would you go to hell or heaven? Even the Algebricians fall silent when it comes to which of your X & Y chromosomes will mingle with my X tonight. Answer key: values may vary depending on working. --afshan amin mohammad

Dear Thoughts

Dear Thoughts, I’m slowly sipping on insanity while they try to make sense of it from afar. I’m giving you a form, materialising you into a language a flavour to be tasted, a voice to be heard. Let them judge as they try to read between the lines, but do not be shy. You are a distorted gift from the multitude of neurons sparkling in my brain. Why do you only make sense to them once your tangible, quite a shame to human existence.

Children

How proud are those who call it their "plan" and for some it simply becomes "a mistake”. What about those who can't have them, or who had them. She watches them play outside: Who was she without them? "They're mine, They're not mine, They're mine, They're not mine. They're mine"

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