When the city slept, I wrote in my diary as if I was writing to you, not knowing if my words would ever reach you. I cried myself to sleep every night just to wake up to a reality that was more...
The sun was defeated as the moon rose,
The streaks of sunlight gleamed close,
Climbing over walls with barbed wire fences,
Steep stairs and stained elevators,
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...
I got drowned; drowned, in the serene ocean waves of my eternal sleep.
The water, so dark and so deep;
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;
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...
There it is. There it is again. The only bar of soap dunked in the sink.
A poem by Syeda Erum Noor.
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...
"As stereotypical it sounds, you don’t need to know my name."