I graduated from high school this June. It feels surreal that I have finally completed my K-12 education. I didn't get into the college...

I wrote these 2 poems at the end of June when I wrote my end of year appreciation to my Lit teacher Mrs. Greer.

From June of 2021. I think a teacher of mine liked this one.

I am digging up my poems from 2021 and earlier. Here is one of my favorites.

The days and weeks and months that have past Have really felt like an unwelcome blast. Before 2020 began, It felt like this year would be...

The end of the line is a nice place. It sits unassumingly on a pleasant little hill that overlooks the horizon, the end of the railroad...

I wrote this in 2021. This is very unlike my regular poems.

Peering into what we think of as regrets.

A reminder for what the meaning of life is to me.

My addition to an amazing poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Dedicated to my paternal grandmother--Suhela Asif.

The first poem I ever wrote. It isn't that great, but it sets a mood.

A poem inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Dear Reader" off her album, "Midnights."

A work in progress short story I have devised.

Another take on "Rain," a snippet in time.