CREATIVE BEATS

Our cherry trees are green, we are confined to their crimson rush carrying our blood cells to newer curves, changing...

What catch the attention of a lover to turn the pages of Sufi writings is that the prosperity of thought...

Saints know the secret of my sincerity. I serve them too in their privacies. They make a rosary out of...

In this Part of the world where silence is a common narrative and unidentified graves, the hotcakes for the foreign...

A thread I am, lithe and firm too. To different tools I serve with all I my might. Never overlook...

From the clouds who shall come to life you up, waiting for the shadow better than breaking it. Nothing was...

When the sun was on the horizon flaking its most recent crimson streaks, on a feeble appendage of a tree...

Her screams carry the echo of merciless pain to every corner of the ward. In general wards thin curtains only...

Locked in a prison cell, the walls were wailing like a toddler in a class after getting out of mother's...

Poetry makes the most of quintessence from what is being translated to the poet through symbols and dictated through images. ...