Tell Me a Story…

Hello peeps! Sorry for being MIA for so long. But the promise of a story still stands. It is not much of story and more of a jumbled up thoughts of a disturbed mind on a long sleepless night. Without further ado, here you go: The Miracle of a Dream She was standing in a…

You Write Poetry, you’d Understand

In that one poem I wrote, You were the first word. That entered my mind. It started with you. My poem, my masterpiece. And then, the emotion had to subside. Still, I meant you, throughout But you didn't rhyme. I searched for a synonym. But what I meant, Only you could define. I decided to…

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      

Why So Serious?

Duzan Domestica, however, had been too long in this line of business to miss why this green-skinned, strange looking girl was there in his clinic. Despite her emotionless face and heavy makeup, her smile lines were more than visible. Fanning out at the corner of her lines were several small wrinkles resembling a cat’s whiskers or a crow’s feet. Then there were the horrible concaves bracketing her thick lips, almost conquering her nasolabial region. Duzan focused hard on her left cheek but was not sure what to make of it. He reflected for a while. Then, “Smile,” he sighed and issued the one command that only he could give without risking his life.

You are not Welcome!

"Let me in for once", came her voice from behind the closed door. "No, you won't stay for long. I will be sad again", I responded from my side. "I won't leave you this time" was her empty promise. "That’s what you said the last time. Before you left me for another", said I. "So…

Unmade for Each other

“Most people aren’t really bad, you know”, she told him. “If that is so, they don’t do a very good job of showing their true intentions”, said he. “Why do you have to be so bitter all the time”, she was saying. He, however, was busy observing her. Her small lips were moving in circles…

A Perfect Sphere—WringoInk

Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.

Falling Away

Fall, the official season of goodbyes Has arrived. So let go of your emotions, Like smoke goes up in the skies. High and high! We have had our jokes, Lets laugh no more. We have shared our pains, There is nothing more to gain. Boon or bane? Lets forget each other Once again. Forget me,…