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Past Tense

04. Jun, 2007 ·3

Like the brown colour of dried blood
The feelings
Perhaps have elapsed under
The thick currents of time
Memoirs of past whispers
Cloud my existence

Seeking
Still for eyes that could cry
The pounding beats
Of a sick heart plead
For those hushed laughters
To return

And walks late nights
With hands entwined
Are as vivid as they can be
Some strolls through stones
And rain through the fog
Those million kisses
Have [...]

Categories: Poems

A Plea To A Tyrant

20. May, 2007 ·6

Dampened, broken and made again
Maybe this time you wont return
I search between a predefined whole
To soak my misery out of me
Maliciously
No longer am I knitting me complete

Interweaved hands, no longer complete
I twirl and twirl amidst a rain ridden sun again
Maliciously
Deafening whispers stealthily return
One half you were of me
I have forgotten, yes, to be whole

Whole,
You made [...]

Categories: Poems

The Three Winners

12. May, 2007 ·6

The air was thick with many mingled aromas of spices, sweat, and coal. Anwar sat slouched on a plastic grey chair in one secluded corner of ‘Babur frash tea home.’ He glanced at the clock that hung all alone on the white painted wall. It was 10.45 p.m. His two other friends would be coming [...]

Categories: Short Stories

A Waltz On A High

30. Apr, 2007 ·5

The cracks in the wall screamed again
The world frenzied with her punctuated sighs
Maybe another time she’ll live again

The ceiling opened up
Sucked her in with a single gulp
The cracks in the wall screamed again

Her eyes watched little black butterflies
Those damned moths hovering around
Maybe another time she’ll live again

She dances along the ridges of ice
Waltzing inside those [...]

Categories: Poems

Cerulean Lines

03. Apr, 2007 ·2

She walked
Amongst ashen rocks

Stumbling upon
Faces long forgotten
Many fabricated lines

Etched
Stagnant

Faces mutilating me
With empty eyes
With eyes gone blind
Voices many
Biting through the ear
Whispers
Splintering
Blood gone blue
Two parallel lines
With twice the smile
Both
One cunning
One sweet

Categories: Poems

Ux

24. Mar, 2007 ·10

Like untainted paint of the morning sky
She wakes dazed with unfocused lazy eyes
Her first breath purity it signifies
While she stays oblivious of the world’s lies.

She floats among barren fields of lost joys
And collects remnants of ancient laughter
Oh trees bow down to her innocent guise
Flowers kiss her feet, their heart’s aflutter.

Sad eyes roam the world light [...]

Categories: Poems

Asher

19. Mar, 2007 ·3

I saw him, Asher. His hair seemed like threads of gold meandering down his shoulders covering the left side of his face artfully. He sat perfectly still as still as a beautiful painting…etched in reality. His eyes were the colour of solemn winter skies, sad eyes; cold enough to pierce into someone’s soul. His lips [...]

Categories: Short Stories

The Day I Died

11. Feb, 2007 ·1

So yeah, it had been a goddamn fortnight and my brothers still had not made their decision about me. They said I had a final task to do, yeah, yeah, a “test”. So what if I had white skin instead of black? I was a true nigger from the heart. Being a member of marcellous’ [...]

Categories: Short Stories

Stolen Umbrella

01. Feb, 2007 ·Comments Off

The pages of my journal ruffled yet again to remind me of the prior engagements I had with myself to resurrect the old memories and eradicate them once so that their lack of existence would renew me.
It’s odd how in the end nothing but a faint smell of the potpourri you once smelled or the [...]

Categories: Short Stories

My Empty Swing

01. Oct, 2006 ·0

I sat crouched on the grubby ground of my garden trying desperately to catch a moth that, at that time, I thought was a butterfly. After what seemed to my young mind like ages, I leaped towards it. I flung my tiny soiled hands towards the moth and closed my hands into tight fists, making [...]

Categories: Short Stories