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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
‘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 […]
The plastered wall
It was a dazzling daybreak; clouds had long been engulfed by azure sky, leaving the upside down bowl of majestic vastness appear like a master piece. All was set. We were a bit early out there to water the back wall of our old house that was to be plastered that morning. There was a […]
From Aysha’s Diary
How this stripped precision actually and factually has been scripted in the style of a Fairytale, presenting a scene sugar coated by ambiguities and rhetorically terse verses. Now that we are double-crossed, Ah! How our rights are wronged. The one in the chair hires historians and the one in the open deserts preserve this fallacious […]
Bulbul in Vulture’s nest
Everything emerges unruffled when a new idea gets audience. When the Bulbul of my vale was invited to make its nest on grafted branch of pomegranate tree, its song lured many new listeners. But matured and connoisseurs raised their voice which unfortunately was ignored owing to the reason that in Vulture’s nest the bulbul may […]
