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.
I close my eyes shut, In the hope of a face. A face I long to see. A voice I haven’t yet heard. A scent that makes me grin, And the embodiment of a beautiful soul. I can’t help but contemplate upon the thoughts previously contemplated upon, Through the ravines of time, And the brains […]Read More “A Hand to be Held” by Imaan Siddiq
As you stand in the mirror and stare at a reflection once known better as a human being, but now merely an image, unknown and unsure. You barely see a few streams down your cheek but as you glare straight through the transparency, you know that there are oceans of words unsaid, myriad of sentiments […]Read More Success.
An Altered State of Mind It echoes in my head, The words that couldn’t cross my lips. The melodies I couldn’t sing. It echoes in my head, The voice I lost. And the wails of my inner demons. It envisions in my mind, The past I regret. The dead set of circumstances I felt. […]Read More “An Altered State of Mind” by Imaan Siddiq
To caress the words as they flow through your lips and interpret them as someone else’s treasure, perhaps their memoirs. To read and in fact listen intently to what one has to say regarding his or her own life, their own diverse experiences and definitely their own perception on a set of views. To sit […]Read More The Importance of Reading Biographies and Autobiographies
Warriors of Light To persist in you madness, And remain an entity. A singularity. Regardless of the storm, the chaos and the commotion. To smile through the tears, An epitome of fear and sadness. To feel numb in the noise, But persevere in the silence. To look fear in the eyes, And feel […]Read More “Warriors of Light” by Imaan Siddiq
As humans we persist in the finite ravines of time as it flows like the river behind your house in the 20th Century. It does not make a lot of sense but then anything humane does not as well. This life is but a given asset and we are its miracles and the only vulnerability […]Read More “The Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood
To be or not to be. To persist in between the current and the opposition and to remain an entity. To feel guilty and clench your fists whether it was a chance missed, a blessing unseen or a sentiment taken for granted. To persist with dried eyes and numb lips as you ascend the wooden […]Read More Buried Voices – A Short Story by Imaan Siddiq
As I walk along the muddy narrow streets and the hot air brushes across my sun burnt cheeks I can feel beads of sweat swarming my forehead and my temples. I cannot comprehend whether it is the desert heat or the newness of my presence there. Whatever it might be, I knew it was an […]Read More What Travelling Has Taught Me
The Backstory So one evening I was peacefully walking on one of the floors of my neighborhood shopping mall, looking at various shops and what they were offering, seeing what people were doing here and there and just casually having a good time. There was nobody accompanying me and so I just entered a few […]Read More Is Money the Problem, or the Solution?