CREATIVE BEATS
The plastered wall
It was a dazzling daybreak; clouds had long been engulfed by azure sky, leaving the upside down bowl of majestic...
From Aysha’s Diary
How this stripped precision actually and factually has been scripted in the style of a Fairytale, presenting a scene sugar...
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...
NO REASON TO HATE
The gloom of momentous stillness, venomous monsters, those unaddressed and unfathomed fears, lethal and low in mirth, a few exhausted...
Sense the Presence
Look underneath the carved brow of yore, a whole constellation of things shall greet you. Learn of them. A rivulet...
State of gloom
From the clouds who shall come to life you up, waiting for the shadow better than breaking it. Nothing was...
Embellished Coffin
From the terrace, Nisheta was gazing at the two boys who were trying to stitch up a ragged blanket. Asgar,...
POSTSCRIPTS
Encouraging the afterthought at least for the sake of reconciliation is not just buttoned-down glamour, but a strong desire to...
Five days
On the way to Kashmir through Jammu Tawi, subsequent to Kud is a small hilly village Batwota. The place is...
Ah! Raja Arshad Pulloo, Warsi, Sirhindi
When you just walk off the graveyard After sealing the mortals of the dearest chum Down in the belly of merciless soil, Shall you weep, cry or just...