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Author

Zahra Noor Awais

A poet writing from the depths of grief and the longing for connection. Author of Lunar Laments, with work published in two anthologies and internationally in Poem Stellium (UK).

The book

Broken Lapse

Broken Lapse is a poetry collection about love, loss, and the ghosts that stay. It explores what happens when grief becomes a permanent presence, the waiting, the aching, and the slow survival. These poems are raw, confessional, and for anyone who has ever felt broken and wondered if they would ever be whole again.

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The themes

What this book is about .

01

Grief that stops visiting and moves in

02

The waiting, the aching, and the slow business of surviving both

03

Memory as the thing that haunts hardest the more it is loved

04

Poems written to be honest rather than to be healed

05

A mirror held up for anyone who has ever felt broken

Behind The Book

About the Author

Zahra Noor Awais is a poet who writes from the depths of grief and the longing for connection. She is the author of Lunar Laments (2024). Her work has been featured in two anthologies, a magazine, and internationally in Poem Stellium (UK). For her, poetry is not about being healed, it is about being honest. She writes to make sense of her own loss, and to offer a mirror for others navigating theirs. She believes art is to connect, be it paintings, poetry or music.

Excerpts

Read a little of the book.

Broken Lapse, p. 5

I wait.
I wait like a clock that forgot
how to count the hours.
I wait like a wound
that stopped bleeding but never healed.

Broken Lapse, p. 83

I asked death for directions,
It pointed to my heart.
Not as an end,
but as the place where it started.

Broken Lapse, p. 94

I am not healed,
I may never be.
I’ve stopped asking to be,
I’ll hold onto the memories like my heart
So close yet too far.

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