CREATIVE BEATS

Drooped neck coiled behind the iron bars, Danish was down like an inert stack. His limbs like his bald head were portraying nothing__Nothing momentous.  A monotonous look of his bald head held

The morning sun invited one and all, for its face was slowly pushing the long veils of mist beyond the mountain tops. The appeal of the vast Blue was afar to be

Proficiently my subsistence drew closer both rundown and lavish clientele. I dole out for all to meet the requirements of the human race. From the golden hands of the artists to the

“The moon is decked up with the silver dust to cover the coarseness to turn its surface into a couch for saints”, announced Rehman Khan “What about the stars”, I simple asked.

Book Review Fantasy fiction dovetails with authors nascent thought process is often inspired by myths and folklores. Myths aided with fantasy attentiveness have been serving the world of literature from Greek and

In that decent pretence in comity, he offered her a mug of coffee. Her tacit finesse by some reason in good-will her hand reached for the mug. Nothing, surely nothing like verbal

The old and cracked coffee mug in my kitchen once again winked at me. I ignored. Once, twice but third time the wink was romantic in texture. How long one can pay

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

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

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