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… Read more “You Write Poetry, you’d Understand”
When I was a kid, my dear mother ensured I stayed away from tea. I guess, feeding milk to their children is an inherent trait in mammalian… Read more “Tea Strength, Birthdays, and other Depressions”
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.
What do you say to it?
Giving up on each other,
once and for all!
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.
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… Read more “Falling Away”
His father had forced him to become an engineer. At least that was how he liked to tell the tale. That earned him different responses from people.… Read more “Dream! What Dream?”
Today I heard it, After such a long time; The sound of happiness! It was a scream of joy unchecked, Escaped from a young girl, Who was… Read more “Is this the voice of happiness ?”
I cannot be certain Of how and what happened. The other day, or was it the night? Perhaps a movie with the old theme, Of a Dr.… Read more “The Man under the Tree”
The noise of the sea, Could not reach them. They only heard, The crashes made, at the beach. He kept on walking With rapture. Leaving behind… Read more “Footsteps”