Is my face getting ugly ? Uglier than usual That is. I have sinned I am a monster indeed I take full responsibility Of my sins. Redemption? I cant offer. I have nothing to give I am insignificant Unimportant Not like a flower that did not bloom But like a blunt thorn; Can't prick, Can't…

“The diary of a conventionally unconventional woman”

"Tell me again what exactly have you done to deserve all these comforts in your life?", His father shouted at him-again. He was not sure for how many times he had listened to this taunt. He used to keep count but had long since lost it. He ignored Mr. Zubair-Sir Zubair as he left the…

Fission or Fusion?

Hey you! Yes you. You ugly thing. I know you. You are the one who knows how to detonate bombs. Right? But that is only what you tell other people.   I know you better than this, to fall for your lies Or not ?   You are the exact opposite of what you claim…

What Color Are You?

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I was black

The darkest shade

Or so I thought

For one day I saw

an image flowing

In the dark river

The form and shape

Was indeed mine

But very very white

My eyes hurt

It was all too fine

So from then on

I was to be fair

I roamed around

Completely bare

I was light

Things passed through me

I remained unaffected

Or so i fancied

For one day I found

A number of things

Stuck inside

my beautiful wings;

“Controlled urges,

Pathetic emotions,

Impossible desires”

My anger surges.

I was neither black

Nor pearly white.

Perhaps grey?

I though with hope.

“At least one color

I would be

Even if its

a mixture of two”

Everyone I knew

Was Afterall

Some varying shade of grey.

I chance a look

Grey grey grey

I pray

What is this I see?

Not black, not white

Nor any shade…

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What Color Are You?

  I was black The darkest shade Or so I thought   For one day I saw an image flowing In the dark river The form and shape Was indeed mine But very very white My eyes hurt It was all too fine So from then on I was to be fair I roamed around…

The Girl in the Mirror

I see my reflection in the mirror. I smile. I see white pearls carefully set in an open red box. It is my mouth. There are wrinkles around my eyes, two huge almonds. I take a step back and take in the complete image. A smiling girl stares back at me. It is supposed to…