Mahnoor Rehan, author of Eclipse & Apocalypse, published by TWS Publications
Author

Mahnoor Rehan

Poet and avid reader, Mahnoor Rehan shares her verse in unique ways. Author of 'Eclipse & Apocalypse'.

The book

Eclipse And Apocalypse

Eclipse And Apocalypse is a poetic journey of the yearning, the finding, the earning, the losing and the grieving of a kindred spirit, Both outward and within. The calm and the chaos inflicted in the moments of one's spiritual Eclipse. The purity and the sweetness of being absorbed in one's beloved leading to the final annihilation of self—Apocalypse.

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The themes

What this book is about .

01

Longing, and the poems it produces

02

Devotion to another poet's work

03

The narrow line between a prayer and a poem

04

Love written at its most unguarded

05

Finding the divine in fairly ordinary rooms

Behind The Book

About the Author

Mahnoor Rehan is a poet from Rawalpindi, known for her infamous gol chashme and her awful habit of sending hand-typed poems to her friends on brown paper bags. She often leaves poetic footnotes in the margins of her current reads. You can find her with her nose in a book at the loud cafes of Islamabad quietly sipping hot cocoa while enjoying the works of Edna st. Vincent Millay and Virginia Woolf. Her poems have been published in The Missing Slate, Pandemonium Journal, and forthcoming Aleph Review.

Excerpts

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Eclipse and Apocalypse, p. 2

I can build empires with my words
But all I do is dig graves
And turn them into— silent waves
I wait as I watch my body
Turn into grains of salt

Eclipse and Apocalypse, p. 35

I tend to the wounds
Before I turn them into something magical
I tend to the wounds
Before I turn them into poetry

Eclipse and Apocalypse, p. 66

I’ve been meeting god
In my sweatpants
Because I’ve got prayers stuck
Between the palms of my broken hands
I’m turning them into soft soft poems

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