(This story is sincerely dedicated to the Pakistan Army and for that matter, to all military men, women and personnel who incessantly put their lives on the line to give others another chance to breath in peace.) A Dead Brother. As the time that had once flowed ceaselessly through the infinite gullies of beauty, Khalid […]Read More “A Dead Brother.” – A Short Story by Imaan Siddiq
Even These Words It isn’t when I close my eyes, That I see you. For the vision is ever-present, As I stare into the nothingness, And you look down upon me. It isn’t a sadness that I feel, Nor is it a sign of grief. It is a grin of tranquility, And the happiness […]Read More “Even These Words” by Imaan Siddiq
“How dare you say that which you don’t mean. It’s not your place to hear or see.” I shrink my body and avert my eyes. “Speak you mule, you insolent being.” “Words, Oh Words,” is all I could murmur. What life is I fail to understand, If words could contain it, death would be envious. […]Read More “You Won’t Succeed.”
As I sprint through the dense fog, And the green foliage surrounds me, Ever-going and infinite like a blanket of comfort and warmth. An oath to intercede, A promise nonetheless finite, But scars infinite. I make my way through it all, Knees grazed and conscience shattered, Hands scarred and hair pulled out. I reminisce at […]Read More “A Reminiscence.” by Imaan Siddiq
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.
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.