Onset of the Nefarious
Onset of the Nefarious Poem

The bulb is trembling, soon it will fall and shatter into fragments. The clock has refused to work, fearing the evil. The legs of our couch are making noise, since the cracks are widening. The h.....

July 1, 2020, 11:00 am

In remembrance of Secrets shrouded by the Old Mountain Ranges
In remembrance of Secrets shrouded by the Old Mountain Ranges Poem

I crescendoed my voice, loud and clear Waiting for the mountains to respond to and mimic the shrill in my voice. I run across the gravel road, wide enough for two people to strut along,  The m.....

June 11, 2020, 12:00 pm

Praise Poem

O writer of destinies, let a life of peace be my fate, for my pages of existence lay disarrayed. Allah,let your wonders manifest, surcharge my heart with ardent zest.   O sanctifier of the .....

June 10, 2020, 12:00 pm

The Malodour of breeze is unfurling
The Malodour of breeze is unfurling Poem

The Malodour of breeze is unfurling, Fire sings chronicles, I hear, Drenched soul of mine can't pray, Those Folklore tales caught fire, Western tapes are heard, Prayers don't have essence, The M.....

June 9, 2020, 12:00 pm

A night in graveyard
A night in graveyard Poem

After him, She's been sleeping Beside his grave- Singing the songs of eternity. I remember Those witty eyes tombed inside The dark eyelashes, Tearing in the harsh grief Of separation, Innocen.....

June 7, 2020, 11:30 am

غزل - ونیومے
غزل - ونیومے Poem

غزل     بہٕ چھُسنا کوٛنڑ مۓ نِش روز دوٗر ونیومے۔ مہٕ چھُس ناراہ ژے سپدی سوٗر ونیومے۔   یِمن بالن تہٕ س.....

June 6, 2020, 12:00 pm

Mother Poem

"She was a maker of bounty biggest" Is what mom showed me Of women... From smile her chisel of self Carved love From a word of love Showed she me the making Of families and lineages... Of imag.....

June 5, 2020, 12:00 pm

Kashmir - A Place To Take From
Kashmir - A Place To Take From Prose

Seasons changed,people grew older but the land remained untouchable.Blotched with imprints of innocent lives within the granules of the ever giving soulful soil,it was bountiful indeed.Spiced with the.....

June 4, 2020, 10:00 am

The Living of Yesteryears
The Living of Yesteryears Short Story

Gloomy crimson balls of cotton scattered all over the sky tell a tale of sorrow and valour. Nabbe Motte fixing his jajeer, sings – “Wallah mien wadaan gaash soutuy….” Is di.....

June 3, 2020, 2:00 pm