unequal humans

unequal humans

the stomachs of poor screaming for grains of ricethe longings for home of refugees daring through the seasthe identity of humanity no longer an outcome of scientific evolutionbut of state politics; of our different shades of skins, of our religious beliefshow did life become an…

Chimera

Chimera

Chimera.  The word that often comes to my mind when I think of Agah Shahid Ali. I wonder what was the last word that made it to Shahid’s heart. Once you have read Shahid his words distinguishably remain inside you. He dissolves into the beats of…

a forgotten poem

a forgotten poem

i am robbed of even my memories,i have forgotten what i came hereto write. something lingers on the peripheryof remembrances;shapeless, soundless, invisible. is it you,is it me,is it u…..s?who is it?what is it? i am lost in the streets of my own heart.did i abandon…

Do we really know love?

Do we really know love?

Do we really know love? My best friend asked me the most unusual thing – to kiss her. She wanted to know how it feels to be touched by a boy. And when i did and asked her what she felt, she replied NOTHING. She…

Strings Without Music

Strings Without Music

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…

(give me a title for this)

(give me a title for this)

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.…

Flowers and Shadows

Flowers and Shadows

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…

Black 0.1

Black 0.1

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…

Nineteen

Nineteen

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…

What Paradise?

What Paradise?

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…