As the sun would rise to take its place in the overarchy and the moon to set foot in the concealment of that which turns a blind eye to it, a person like any other creature shall set a foot forward, outside his refuge into a wilderness only stared at from the looking-glass, a means […]Read More A Note To An Ending.
As I sit in the wilderness that surrounds the cosmos, There is an imminent knock on the door, A calling perhaps, Or a reminder of something forgotten, A rhapsody of something concealed, Or an expectation resurfaced. Whatever it might be or was, It was my calling to open either the door or just a play […]Read More “A Memory in the Cosmos” by Imaan Siddiq
As you sit beneath the azure sky and stare into the oblivion that surrounds you, you realize it is often the things you don’t have that make up all that you do have. It is like this invisible matter that fills this void of existentialism like a moving force unseen, unheard and unknown. Which is […]Read More Is Liberty just an Illusion, or Something More?
I could not feel the shards of glass inside my skin, as I looked over the window, my heart beating a million miles per hour. I did not understand where this bravery had come from, where this sudden voice had taken birth and how had it taken refuge in my bleeding body, broken soul and […]Read More The Issue of Kashmir.