I do not frame beauty — I frame its ache,
where light forgets to lie, and verses learn to break.
I do not frame beauty — I frame its ache,
where light forgets to lie, and verses learn to break.
"Some souls don't speak in words — they echo through frames, fragments, and forgotten poems."
Prolonged Thoughts — Free eBook
“Poetry born from stillness, and thoughts that never stopped bleeding.”
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Soberiety Misplaced — Under Publishing
“Every poem in this book relapses into someone I once tried to become.”
Excerpts
Spiritual Alchemy — Coming Soon
“A tale of healing coded into a dying breath, stitched with questions no science could answer.”
Sneak Peek“These aren’t in any book — they’re stitched into the silence between them.”
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I exist at the intersection of anatomy and metaphor. A Pharm D student by discipline, a poet by necessity, and a photographer by instinct.
Medicine taught me how the body survives. Poetry taught me why it hurts. Photography taught me how light reveals both.
My work lives between science and silence — between chronic illness and creative rebirth, between breakdown and becoming. Every frame I capture and every word I write is not just expression, but reconstruction.
This is not a portfolio. It is a record of becoming.
Instagram: @illusions_by_muaz
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Email: muazsharif01@gmail.com
