Deathbed Confessions of Unrequited Love

A thousand wounds I bore, All different; similar gore. The pus and blood that oozed, Was the same of every noose. Each cut on my frail body, had a separate source. Yet, it had always been yours, the pain for which I stay woke. The noise from my cracking bones was your voice calling me…

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“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…

The Demise of the Fittest

‘Super’ is what they called me ‘Magical’ was how I was described when all failed, I was the one who survived. I saw my fellows wither, For they could not compete against the changing times. 'Unfavourable conditions,' they cried Then said the world 'Goodbye!' I endured it all, season after season. I grew stronger, With…

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      

Tell me a Story…

Hello peeps! Now as my 'about section' will tell you, I am crazy for stories. I read them, write them, adore them, inhale them, exhale them... you get the idea! For me life was going this way until kismet decided to do me a favor, which given my history doesn't happen too often, and I met this…

Blankness

Staring at a blank paper, I started my journey. It was interfered at times, With the hysterics of my words. A few thoughts, unconcerned. Then it was a blank screen I stared at a while. Key after key I pressed at times To compose some random lines. I am still staring though. No words or…

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.