Hush…hush as the silence corrodesA luminosity wavering beneath –Your shadowed gazes,And our muffled breaths.My name – it could echo in sinned ravines,The clamor of spoon against bowl,A slaughtering devoured in frame.Slackening close against the conscience…A noose of blossoming – wilt to birth anew.A tremble down the gouged globular organs:The red deepening within its stead.“Thy Lord […]Read More Birth Anew.
It trickled within us, the dwindling hypocrisy of peace; a promise of cure in sheer chaos. The converging sounds within the diverged hemispheres of our parallel existence, our refuge nestled within the confines of normalcy or a concealment of unfaltering vice. It baffled me, the thought of possession leading towards a resolute abandonment of all […]Read More An Unrequited Demise.
A Constitution of Existence The nestling abode, ruffling beneath the verdant veins of nature’s aristocracy…perhaps I was at fault. The waxy layer of azure leaves as they entwined around me, iotas of infinity glaring back at me. I could have caterwauled within the panic rustling within our aureoles; after all who was it that left? […]Read More “A Constitution of Existence” by Imaan Siddiq
The Shedding of Human Skin It rested in front of me, the perpetual ache of a non-existence that I dreaded as I faded into a gradual unconsciousness. Was it painful? As the colours rusted in front of my globular organs and our worshipped conversations fell apart; perhaps it was not of any significance. “A graveyard […]Read More “The Shedding of Human Skin” by Imaan Siddiq
The carcasses didn’t bloom that spring as I had fallen accustomed till then, the lilacs burning and the verdancy shriveling up into nullness. The patchy blotted surface and the warped edges of a dying leaf nestled in my fist; only dead matter was allowed inside our rooms. We were dead matter as well. Compostable and […]Read More A Number.
The Calling of the Constellations – A Short Story What a folly it seemed to be. The hypocritical consolation that used to envelope me every time that I seemed to utter a sigh. Perhaps, a woe of still grieving a loss, some loss. Haven’t we all lost something? But maybe everyone does not have to […]Read More “The Calling of the Constellations” by Imaan Siddiq
You’re right. When you murmur in the depths of your silent exhales, I might as well be a burden. A weight too heavy for the animate to sustain, as if I am no more than the struggle to be inanimate. I remember glorifying death when I was a youth; there is freedom in death and […]Read More Promise.
A Chord Obscured. Rustling and humming; gradually yet persistent in the befogged blindness enveloping the sorts of aristocracy. The only sounds that I resonated with, striking the hymns beneath the despondency, a shallow putridity clear yet translucent. The resin that our minds secrete as we dissolve beneath the drugged consciousness – a luminous dream and […]Read More “A Chord Obscured.” by Imaan Siddiq
The interminable ruffles of silence,Enveloping and nestling deeper within the recluses of our reminiscence,Sniffing the scent of jasmine beneath the wavering putridity;“This too shall pass…” – death.A Vale of Verdancy luminescent alongside our globular organs,Forsaken yet reciprocated.The glimmer of ravens within your beady iotas.“My sepulchre…” as the whispers invigorate the phantoms lying awake.A brush of […]Read More A Coffin of Chrysanthemums.
An Ode to Sanity – A Short Story by Imaan Siddiq I can’t seem to unsee the demise that lies untethered in my line of sight. The flames of reverence that shall glisten on the doomsday of an unhindered gloom yet I won’t survive. I might as well die of internal conflict rather than the […]Read More An Ode to Sanity.