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 […]Read More “The Lost Pearl” by Lara Zuberi
It is in the duality that one often finds tranquillity in the singularity, and just like that when one’s ideologies are transformed into an incomprehensible viewpoint where you neither remain an entity nor a collection of iotas, you apprehend the ever-lasting alteration. The discord among the lines so clearly drawn and so blindly followed, you […]Read More “Three Daughters of Eve” by Elif Shafak
The Guillotine of Absolution Wasn’t it impeccably soothing as the consciousness would divulge in the blinding pits of twilight, suspended along the finite silver thread as it glimmered upon the melanin of my skin. How the once verdant bond was now left vacant with a stammering, shivering soul in pursuit of a sanity lost in […]Read More The Guillotine of Absolution – A Short Story
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 […]Read More A Comforting Death.