Mushtaque B Barq

Under the bough of cherries

Under the bough of cherries

Our cherry trees are green, we are confined to their crimson rush carrying our blood cells to newer curves, changing entire hormonal heterogeneity, tantalizing the blossom to reach our backyards, luring our future seeds to wring the deluxe cheeks, deprive them of dulcet divinity, a pipe dream so to say, and from the kernel our […]

 Mushtaque B Barq

Alchemy of Wisdom

Alchemy of Wisdom

What catch the attention of a lover to turn the pages of Sufi writings is that the prosperity of thought put forth with delicate know-how and observation through awe-inspiring insight.  A spiritual experience is devoid of both corporeal and cogent philosophy. It is the sacred road to inner light. The intensity of light depends upon […]

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I Am Just A Thread (part two)

I Am Just A Thread (part two)

Saints know the secret of my sincerity. I serve them too in their privacies. They make a rosary out of me. I am their need. I rest on their worship mats like a supplication in Heaven. Every devotee pays heed to my being sacred. The pearls that I hold, the rush I count, the secret […]

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Graves have no grievances

Graves have no grievances

In this Part of the world where silence is a common narrative and unidentified graves, the hotcakes for the foreign media to sell, where shoulders of brave fathers shall never be aided for they carried on them their future. Our graveyards are no more scary but little shrines where parents offer roses to their sleeping […]

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I AM JUST A THREAD

I AM JUST A THREAD

A thread I am, lithe and firm too. To different tools I serve with all I my might. Never overlook my delicacy. I know my trade and the prerequisite of skull of a skilful artist. A house maker needs me next to her; therefore, I enjoy a careful treatment and tent. In myriad forms I […]

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Hope is a gateway to contentment

Hope is a gateway to contentment

From the clouds who shall come to life you up, waiting for the shadow better than breaking it. Nothing was apt to create excitement, no innovative joke, no thrill to surprise, no gesture to lure, nothing at all was working to make my colleagues to laugh, even lifeless chairs and boring tables couldn’t help to […]

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When the Grey Tit Cogitated at the Bank of Dal Lake

When the Grey Tit Cogitated at the Bank of Dal Lake

When the sun was on the horizon flaking its most recent crimson streaks, on a feeble appendage of a tree landed the Grey Tit. The fluffiness hardly disturbed the leaves. Such elegantly crafted bird drooped its neck as a mark of respect for the dusk was laying its table for the deprived ones. That tiny […]

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Scream

Scream

Her screams carry the echo of merciless 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 […]

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 And he raised his head!

 And he raised his head!

Locked in a prison cell, the walls were wailing like a toddler in a class after getting out of mother’s lap, the bars had all the rust of the world depicting malice in human heart, the door like an orphan was keenly looking for a guardian to allow the jaw bones grab the half chewed […]

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‘Silent Steps’

‘Silent Steps’

Poetry makes the most of quintessence from what is being translated to the poet through symbols and dictated through images.  The eye of the poet can hear the echoes of pathos and his ears can see what otherwise is imperceptible.  The spirit of the poet knows the art to disclose privacy of the psalms, intricacies […]

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