A Problem to Every Solution

‘Solution’ when it means; to solveNeeds to go obsolete.Wasn’t language meant to beA means to communicate,To explain and articulate,Whatever it is that we feel? We kept on inventingWords over wordsIn the pursuit of sayingWhat this aching heart feltAnd what the senses sensed,Or the thoughts so clear,You could see right through themOr the hazy dream now…

Would you Believe You?

Would you believe You If You told youThat You were happy. If You walked up to you one day,Like you toddle up to a friend or a stranger And said straight to your face: I am happy I am satisfied I have passionsAnd desires Would you believe that?You telling youThat the boy You lovesTruly cares…

The Performers and the Audience

Before I had even started writing what I am about to say, I had already judged it several times in my mind and found it to be of little value. I write this because the thought was resilient enough to keep pestering me. Ignoring your thoughts, I had observed, can be quite impossible, no matter…

Some Days are Just Dark

And it keeps coming back to it This unfathomable darkness inside It keeps surfacing, time and again Nothing is right, we are all insane. Who can be happy ever? Not someone with a brain! Any reality thrown your way Take it but with a salt's grain Why can't we just freeze in a moment And…

Big Deal!

Washing dresses, and cooking some meals. I should be all homely. but I wasn’t. Big deal! I was out somewhere Having the time of my life. Supposedly. but I wasn’t. Big deal! I and this guy started off as friends we remained friends. Until I was not. Big deal! Always there for me. He proposed,…

My Entangled Thoughts

I can’t speak for other people because their minds are not on the list of places I had checked into but my own thoughts, I have visited often. Thus, I know the questions that arrive in this desolate place I call my brain. They used to be simpler and consulting a parent, a friend or…

“A Life of Pretense” 

I laugh a lot. People take me for a jolly person. it is rather sad that 90% of my giggles are to please my fellows only. I do not restrict my insincere show of emotions to laughing. I have cried for others too. Some of my tears were genuine, others? not so much! If I ever…

Fiction Friday-Remembering Camus!

My son had brought me here. It was quite a long time ago. My joints didn't know what arthritis was back then. Lately, the pain defined them. It was around this time of the year, though which year and on what date, are the details that had escaped me. The one thought that I could…

Good Night! Sleep Tight!

The advancing night was scary, I dreaded sleep, not the nightmares really Opening eyes to another hopeless day Was the thought that terrified me! Image Source: Sadequain's Original Work at Frere Hall, Karachi