<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Komal Bukhari]]></title><description><![CDATA[Komal Bukhari]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2026 03:27:16 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Glass]]></title><description><![CDATA[People born in houses don’t see The glass we have been put in It’s sides are sharp It’s covering is closed and we are in it   Our mothers...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/the-glass</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63ee05e819bf61a7817613d2</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2023 10:40:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_a5c2657992f148e19dadb3032fa6d3e8~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_900,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Imprisonment ]]></title><description><![CDATA[What is the worst persecution? To be nakedly present in the world Or to disappear in your own shadows Lying, swearing, biting your lips...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/imprisonment</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6303e9421b1ea68b632301aa</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2022 20:38:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_6069663aef0d4daea1f54479a7321e28~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_675,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pretense]]></title><description><![CDATA[Pretense My fingernails turn blue and dirty The Colours of pretense are filthy. The blueish shade tells you, I am half masked and half...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/pretense</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62e801d17a8af5e11ee3223d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2022 16:49:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_c0172fdb8ed2465b837313188c8b2693~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[War, Love, and Art]]></title><description><![CDATA[War, love, and art Nothing matches the atrocity I’ve done to my own self In the hope of death I found the arms of an ambiguous woman...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/war-love-and-art</link><guid isPermaLink="false">62b0bad163953deb09dd958d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2022 18:24:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_d27bae3bb4884203aec548a90921df6d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_934,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother ]]></title><description><![CDATA[The urge in me to be a mother Is strange, Strange since it buys a pedestal And I want to reach it The urge in me to be a mother Is sad...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/mother</link><guid isPermaLink="false">624aba6106a7afd5605bb0da</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2022 09:31:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_5cd7399499f947938afb5a1737845b40~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_500,h_331,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sometimes..]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes it’s like an unfinished poem to say a simple goodbye to you. When you say “bye” it’s like a big funfair with hundreds of people...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/sometimes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">624995066c49ffd1056e4de1</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2022 12:41:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_faa9411e40324d7099081c44a8589f3f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_728,h_410,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Something Else]]></title><description><![CDATA[if I could choose to become something else, I’d become a cloth, Plain white with rough edges The edges that will tear apart skin A skin...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/something-else</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6246e0331749f45df10fbfcb</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2022 11:28:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_a3601655926c4513bc839ff596c87c1a~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_976,h_549,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[                                 Poor Town  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[I dream of a home In a poor town, Where stray dogs rest And cats hide kittens Where we cry aloud And silence is our conversation Where...]]></description><link>https://komalbukhari201.wixsite.com/komal-bukhari/post/poor-town</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6246dd6ec23d7418042827a7</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2022 11:18:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/43240d_89f3711904bb44d293155e184a8c4c5a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_800,h_533,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>komalbukhari201</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>