The musical instruments are mouldy. It’s been a long time since someone had a song in their heart to sing. The six strings of Rabab stare at me from a distance. A distance that pierces through me like a shard of nostalgia causing an unusual…
i look at my reflection and watch myself smile. isn’t it a wonder how perfectly the mirror magnifies some lies. the moments spanning less than a day spent with you make me realise; how an eternity can be trapped between a sunrise and a sunset.…
i am robbed of even my memories, i have forgotten what i came here to write. something lingers on the periphery of remembrances; shapeless, soundless, invisible. is it you, is it me, is it u…..s? who is it? what is it? i am lost in…
At the outset I would like to state that this is not a comparison but an acknowledgement. No two griefs are comparable. They cannot be placed on weighing scales to ascertain which one sits heavier on someone’s chest. The awareness of mental health conditions is…
i. Sunrise brings with it a certain kind of darkness. I see it; I can see it. When in the middle of nowhere I am pinned to a chair, Not let to move. ii. They say it’s in my mind. They say there’s light that…
the eternal rose of love blooms in the waters of a sacred longing. when i think of you, jhelum and kashmir when at dawn the rays of rising sun fall, softly on the waking dreams that i wrote on the banks of jhelum i am…
this w h i t e, is snow, no more, it is my shroud. i wait and wait and w a i t. springs don’t arrive nor does l i f e. but the fallen do death does. death, death, and just d e a…
when you said. ‘i wouldn’t want to lose you.’ i could see the trees dancing to the winds. i could see roses blushing a little more red. i could see the glaciers of sorrow melting away. i could see the beloved moon dive into the…
i pour light out of my heart in form of words stained in ink. the ink, these words turn this paper into a prayer rug. i sat for years, on the rug with winds of silence blowing out of me. before these words the eulogies,…
Today, I tried escaping the reality. The day was dull, and I wore dull too. It began at the division, where I should have taken right— gone through the rough road met the happy end— but I took left, and surrendered to pain. This road…