When The Time On My Mobile Phone Wouldn’t Change

Last night I had a horrid dream. Bone shaking me to my core, I have never had such a sweaty nightmare ever before. I dream very less (if I do, I don’t remember most of them). Last night’s -mare ingrained in my memory very starkly. Details need too much background information about my family members. […]

A Blogpost Turned Poem, by Khawaja Musadiq

A week ago, I wrote When Family Becomes A Distant Memory. Khawaja Musadiq, a wonderful wonderful poet turned it into a poem, thousand times more beautiful. Although he doesn’t know the context and details I wrote the blog post in, nonetheless he wrote so beautifully. surviving on a bleak glimmer of h o p e , […]

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”, a poem

For Simran Narwani I was looking for a friend, when you tapped my shoulder from the back and I was confused how to respond back to a recognition from a person that was not mutual. Last time this happened I was in a hall trying to remember something about microprocessors so that I could at […]

The Real Iron Man

THE REAL IRON MAN He has an iron hand, full of wait of coal burnt almost like a cave man lifting the weight of a person’s dirt and pressing it over to its core so the next time an ironed shirt is worn, it smells of sun charged like solar flares, flat creases transfigured into […]

Sands of Time

A poet’s letters to his muse found 99 years after his death She, the stories behind the scenes that he covered up in the lifelong attempt, to give into writing. I know he didn’t have an option. I just wish the unaddressed letters that I write and have written to people reach them before any […]