“The Lost Pearl” by Lara Zuberi

It is only in the prepossession of the lost that one tends to find the verdancy in the barren landscape, one that has been called home for centuries. One that has persevered through thick and thin and has reincarnated the incessant marathon among the wordless oceans and the abodeless lands. It doesn’t exhilarate me to […]

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The Stained Constellations

It isn’t the apprehension that blinds me, Or the rejection that clogs my wellbeing. It is the sense of inadequacy that takes the charm, From the guiltless moons, And the stained constellations that flicker inconsequently. Nor does the edge petrify me to falter, To step forward and but forget the burdens hosing us down. It […]

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A Comforting Death.

A Comforting Death. I wonder what’s left for me to write. What words have yet been unsaid by my soiled eyes, Or what murmurs have yet gone unnoticed, Among the chatter in the skull. And the incessant urge of plunging into demise.   It crumples me down, The inconsistency of the ravishing winds, And the […]

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