Do you ever get afraid of yourself?
Terrified that your wicked will take over your conscious,
I saw a veiled widow yesterday, walking through the corpse road, distant, but the veil was beautiful. She buried a ring, I saw it, it shone, maybe diamond I can’t differentiate,
Street vendors whirl across their neatly kept plastic wrapped pickles, ridding them of flies and moths, covering them from unforeseen dust-storms, awaiting their customers but no one arrives.
Hop on the train. Greet smiling and genial faces. No one is screaming, not even a baby. There is no sign of differences among the White, Brown and Black. There is no room for hatred and agony. Only...
A poem by Syeda Erum Noor.
"As stereotypical it sounds, you don’t need to know my name."
You walk a star-covered path leading you nowhere,
You think you’re no closer but you’re nearly there.
He sleeps on his side, on his right side, to be specific. On the nights the excruciating pain on his right shoulder numbs him, he
Abstract paintings are fascinating for many reasons, one of them being the many different opinions various people have about their true meaning.
Arrival perpetual yet unforeseen;
His mind itched to remember something, something lost down the back of a sofa, a copper penny just out of his reach.
I have evaded wreaths of venomous, moving flowers that have invaded the dilapidated manor, writhing and sliding up and down the walls like snakes, ready to strike any moment. I had to tread...
Around 15 minutes before midnight, Mr. Altaf went to his room after a tiring day of pretence. His daughter, her husband and their two kids decided to stay over. His son, though, felt he had done...