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.
A Deafened Cosmology. It wasn’t a foreign sentiment to sit beside the invigorating wood-carved window and look beyond the verdancy that glimmered like the Stars of Eden, to look at the overarching beastliness of existentialism and wonder incessantly of a vision fleeting by. The only alteration this time around the corner included the battered, bleeding […]Read More “A Deafened Cosmology.” – A Short Story
It is at times when you pass a glance at those that move that which is stationary in you, like a wavering boat heading home only with the accompanying current. There isn’t one concluding colour in you painting, not ever one concluding stroke, and not one resolution emotion is the mind, it is the amalgamation […]Read More “Thinner than Skin” by Uzma Aslam Khan
I Wonder. I wonder. What secrets lie dormant in the once breathing body. What passions flowed unhindered through the agile brain, An uncovered utopia or a fearless ambition? An image flashes by. One which is daunting, unforgiving and pierces through the inanimate. An ancient revival of contemplation, In the words you used to read, And […]Read More “I Wonder.” by Imaan Siddiq
It is rampaging voyages and buoyant fledglings that one actually gets to envision either a feather of illumination that puts ink to paper every night or the one that tastes the salt in the air to seek the Western winds. There isn’t much alteration in both to be honest, however, there isn’t much alteration among […]Read More “Bright and Distant Shores” by Dominic Smith – Book Review
A Voice of Grief “O Prophet! Salutations on him and his family. Mine is a lowly station, and yours exalted beyond imagination. You are the commander of the Holy Sanctuary in Arabia, and I, a destitute foreigner. I am but a humble seeker, my sinful lips unworthy to sing your lofty praises. You are nothing […]Read More “A Voice of Grief” – A Short Story
As I advance towards that which declares its ceased call, I remain steadfast to see the unknown, good or bad, affluence or poverty, optimism or pessimism, O’ Brave New World, it is this metamorphosis that brings all of us to life. That stings in the demanding past and the polarizing present along with the persistent […]Read More “Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley
It all goes by us in less than a flurry. A company of iotas passing by in the ravishing second. It didn’t take a second chance or a fleeting look back at that which we cherish. It all faded out, converged, diverged, separated and blacked out in front of us like the curtain that separates […]Read More The Silence Prevailing the Act.
Hush Little Bird… Hush little bird, Hush back home. It isn’t the time for a Light of Eden, Or a morning of galore. It is this epitome of petrification, That keeps me from giving you flight From this safe haven, a warm home. It is all a matter of a few seconds, In which […]Read More “Hush Little Bird…” by Imaan Siddiq