Category: Literature

The Lost Shoe

  When I was a child, I lost a shoe while walking through the market. It was a busy market on a hot summer day and my mother couldn’t wait to get out of there. I remember she complained that morning about having to go all the way to the city for something so frivolous […]

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The Brown Belt

My father had a thick brown color belt. It was the only one he had. When it broke or wore out, he would buy the same one. He didn’t care if it matched his shoes. Probably because you could never see him wearing it. You see, he never tucked his shirt. Always roamed around town […]

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Of my Aunt’s Bindis, Bangles, and Courage

At the break of dawn, I heard the soft rhythm of the clothes hitting the stone plank at a distance. I lethargically carried myself to the window and peeped out to see Ammu Maasi tirelessly trashing the clothes and then taking a moment to delicately tuck the lone strand of hair behind her ear that […]

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WINTER’S parent

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Transforming from a Muslim to an Indian

It is an underlying fact that India is more a home than a nation to the millions of people who live in here and this feeling of intimacy towards one’s home is a characteristic feature of every Indian. The notion of nation was an alien invasion which not only restricted us to geographical entities but […]

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‘CRUX’ OF OUR ‘CREDIBILITY CRESCENDO’!

“At times, try as we might, we are hardly ever taken seriously!” As go voices of a few in a group tackling this issue very assiduously!Some of these tips here, would guide all along such an arduous pathwayHelping with presence of mind to get led to that ‘path-breaking’ doorway!!Let’s begin ensuring credibility – through our […]

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Takbeer

عید تھی ، سوچا عیدی ملےگیکھ ملی تو تھی، عجیب سی بندوک کی گولی تھی عید تھی سوچا عید گاہ جاوں گا کچھ گز زمین تو تھی، پر خاموش سیکھلا میدان تو تھا وہ قبرستان تھا عید تھی سوچا نۓ کپڈے پہنوں گا کچھ نیا تو تھا صاف صفید سا وہ میرا کفن تھا عید […]

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sometimes the truth is so simple it hurts

Sometimes the truth is so simple it hurts,Because your mind wants to believe anything but,Fabric the ways it could be happening,The ways you let yourself conjure and create,Sometimes wishing it we true just so you could breathe ‘I was right’,Then knowing you’d never want that wish to come true. Sometime the truth is simple,Laid out […]

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privilege and what came after

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RELATIVE yEARS

We toasted our first year with glasses of tap waterAnd discussed our plans at length. We marked our calendar And wrote down other particulars in our diaries –Height, weight, Color of eyes at dusk, The number of finger-steps from your breast to belly button… You started losing pages From your loose-bound diary from the second […]

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Oblivion

Will you forget? You ask. Haven’t you? Already? All the things we had, all the things we dreamt to be? But I don’t really say all that. I look into your eyes. All I see, is fear. Fear of not being so loved. Fear of not finding love again. More so of not being given […]

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Burn Out

Simmer down.What burns bright,Burns out. Ablaze and intolerant;Nothing survives its wrath. From places afar,It’s light invites,Those escaping morbid winters. Frost and darkness,Take many lives,And those who still survive,Travel to any emerging light. They arrive,And accept heat and shelter,Heap praise over fires,Burning bright,In the middle of unforgiving nights. In its comfort,They rest.Lay down their guard;They close […]

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Souls on Fire

Cigarettes is a subject that often interests me and I cannot help but write about them. I don’t hate smokers infact, I envy them. This was written with no moral principle, but just a creative attempt on understanding love for smoking. Hush, don’t speakSuccumb to me, I’ll last more than a weekI’ll make you cryI’ll […]

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Different

It was the 4th of May,No the 5th,And the sun was bright;The grass was green;A Sinatra song was playing,In the radio. She rolled in,In a car with lights.First they came out,And then she followed. The day was still bright,The grass was still green,And Frank was still singing,But she was different. Mellow words,Almost spoken in whispers. […]

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Drop

I’ve lost count.Drop!There one more,Adds to what dropped before. Knock!Someone opens the door,And another story is told.My shoulder,They hold.Listen, speak And repeat once more. Day break!Empty room,Only to realise,Its afternoon. Bed cover clutched,Eyes shut,Day wasted! Sleep then eat,Bus Stop;Workplace;Show face;And dusk again. Random words,ScriptEmpty thoughts,Pain, Pain, Pain,Stained shirts,And there they,Drop again! Picture by Levi Xu […]

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Insomnia

This was written on an insomniac night, when words were trying to make sense, and the night was just too gentle, I would say. It is probably one of my first poems in my searching-for-meaning-in-life phase. Thoughts, mostly intriguing.They occur only during the nights especially when there’s a connection within yourself that you embrace yet […]

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Living

Waking up on the back seat,Of a saturn car,Knowing, I had some dreams left in me;Believing this road is where,I was meant to be;And singing a song,That was playing long before,I was born;Country roads,With folds,Were bringing to my destiny. Memories were being made,And left to be remembered,By those who will remember them,Long after I am […]

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Wallflower

This piece is the closest to my heart. I had written this with a soggy face, in a noisy crowd, in a classroom, as far as my memory goes. I was evolving and I still am. But I will not hesitate to say that I was a beautiful wallflower. Did I mention, that I can […]

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Different

The summer couldn’t have announced a more unholy arrival. Ablaze crops had turned to dust. The little that spring brought was wasted under the blistering heat. Only the rats survived. They fed on the little that remained and then ate some more. A little town, that was dry and thirsty, stood in the periphery of […]

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Questions

I always found love a topic too cliche to write on and lust, something that was overly interpreted, so I tried mixing both in hopes of creating something new and something that I would go back and read to my future lovers.You call me at 3 amAnd I succumb you to you, when you’re high.Are […]

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