CREATIVE BEATS

 Mushtaque B Barq

Scream!

Scream!

Her screams carry the echo of  mericless  pain to every corner of the ward. In general wards thin curtains only separate the patience yet they are connected. Connected through tribulations, plight and fear of losing the battle. They despite separation share their invisible agonies either in the form of occasional cries or sighs. Even prayers […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

ZAMROODA       

ZAMROODA       

Illiteracy and education, poverty and luxury, suffering and sacrifice has scripted Zamrooda’s tale of anguish.  The worst wave that whirl pooled  the hut occupied by a widow along with four daughters was the death of her husband, the only support, fighting with fate till the destiny conquered the fort of life, leaving the hut in […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

‘You are a traveller’

‘You are a traveller’

Beloved halts communicate beautifully

  Traffic at once stopped at Athwajan. The road emerged as a junk yard.  Life seemed blocked on the road, exhibiting interest and luxury on one hand and a need coupled with limitation at the other. Between two high end models, a car run of the mill fit to be dumped exposed the limitations of […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

Micro fiction stories    

Micro fiction stories    

   Probe He was looking at the micro screen of his cell phone. Occasionally a faint smile like a guest from remotes and frequently a sigh like an excruciating gust after hitting the frozen peaks were pulling his dull cheeks. His eyes like his face were clasped between stares and blinks to amplify his agony […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

Micro-fiction stories

Micro-fiction stories

TRUST    Throughout the year Karim had seen many atrocities, brutal assaults and crackdowns. His brother was already killed by the men in uniform in the last year’s uprising.  And before tulips signed in this year, he had already informed her about leaf fall. On the fourteenth moon night last month when stars were winking at […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

Our Narrative

Our Narrative

From those wires, I did listen The last words of my son But never through these wires are carried The pain of losing a son, These wires only carry sighs… And when they shall learn to broadcast My erased verses  For lack of words written by blanks You receive a phone call. The caller is […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

‘Gulshan ka Qadi’

‘Gulshan ka Qadi’

TRIBUTE: Translation of Sahil Maqbool’s Urdu short story

Don’t know of what mysterious sins I have been penalized, least I know the reason of the ordeal or try-out I have been put to and bafflingly how and when I was restricted in this garden. I was unaware of the my identity, my name to me is yet another issue to be set on, […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

MID NIGHTS GUESTS

MID NIGHTS GUESTS

Certain voices don’t require words

The fourteenth moon was up in the calm sky with numerous guests celebrating the heavenly milieu, luring the lovers to do away with the curtains. The moonlight was bathing every nook and corner even the grave yard in the backyard. The epitaphs were opening their folded eyes slowly. The silence and the fragrance of the […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

Love, the gate way to Higher Self

Love, the gate way to Higher Self

The foundation of religion is essentially the love of God

Zindagi Ra shra o Aaien Ast Ishq Asal Tehzeb Ast Deen, Deen Ast Ishq (129 Javid Nama) (Love is the code and principle of Life-The spirit of civilization is ‘faith’ and ‘faith’ is (nothing but) Love.) Love is a wave of energy with great impact on those areas of life that have the least clarity […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

Little Mother

Little Mother

Across her face a sour look plastered everything that amasses innocence with a tincture of naughtiness in the recesses of her cheeks when Sabira was informed by her father to nurse Khan Sahab’s daughter for some time.  Her whiny voice for she was well-known in the family abruptly changed like a lamb under the merciless […]