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The Art of the Writing Desk
I have been writing for most of my life. My earliest pages were simple observations — the kind a young person makes while trying to understand the world. Even then, I understood that for anything to hold meaning, it needed form. A thought needs a shape. A story needs a structure that can contain it.
Everything is a story. Everyone is a story. But not every story is for everyone.
I write across forms and mediums — scripts, narration, reflective prose, story development, AR/VR (Mixed Reality), and text that sits alongside visual work. My practice also includes writing for instructional and communication contexts, informed by early experience in advertising, where clarity, tone, and intention must align without excess.
The subjects vary : the ordinary, the sacred, the unnoticed, the moment beyond a frame. What remains constant is attention to pacing, structure, and emotional resonance.
I am currently working on a collection of short stories — an addition to my ongoing oeuvre, where narrative is approached with the same attention to tone, pacing, and emotional clarity that shapes my work across mediums.
The work is to hold complexity without noise, and to let the language settle into what it needs to be.
A thought finds the audience it is meant for.
Kaniz Fatima Khan
The Quiet Rebirth
About the Work : Water Colour on Paper, Size : A4
A return to the everyday sacred — a pause, a gathering, a gentle returning to centre.
Poetry
Rebirth
Rebirth
It’s funny how the Earth breathes
Through its lungs —
Pausing,
To create a space within
Our empty, shallow existence.
We breathed our last, our first,
And then our in-between.
We breathed in our minds,
In our hearts,
In our souls even.
We made promises to be gentler,
Because it was the morning
After humanity almost died.
Kaniz Fatima Khan
Painted Summer Sky
Feeling your aching scent,
Left behind in the folds of my mind.
Watching the spider in the drawer,
Hatching her spider babies.
Lying still as the skies soaked up the starlight,
And Dino — the tiny baby lizard — scurried out
To catch the last breath of a melting sky.
My cheeks flushed warm
Against the summer floor,
Against a shadow,
And a painted veil.
No morning,
No day,
No night —
Just a space
Where time forgot to move.
Forever — and I realized —
Love is always lonely,
Yet still beautiful,
Beneath the blanket of a summer sky.
Kaniz Fatima Khan
Silent Crossings
We met twice —
In eternity and infinity,
With nothing to gain and nothing to lose.
A line drawn on our palms,
As I held yours and you held mine.
Did we cross each other?
Did we stop for each other?
Did we look back over our shoulders?
As I watched your life unfold,
And you watched mine,
I looked at our life blindfolded
And met the shadows we are leaving behind.
Kaniz Fatima Khan
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