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4d ago| FABLE FACTORY

To My Dearly Departed

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...

4d ago| FABLE FACTORY

Exit

The sun was defeated as the moon rose, The streaks of sunlight gleamed close,

1w ago| FABLE FACTORY

Falling in Reverse

Climbing over walls with barbed wire fences, Steep stairs and stained elevators,

FLUX

His mind itched to remember something, something lost down the back of a sofa, a copper penny just out of his reach.

Gaan

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...

My Eternal Sleep

I got drowned; drowned, in the serene ocean waves of my eternal sleep. The water, so dark and so deep;

September 2, 2021
September 2, 2021

Magic

Abstract paintings are fascinating for many reasons, one of them being the many different opinions various people have about their true meaning.

September 2, 2021
September 2, 2021

Wintertide

Arrival perpetual yet unforeseen; Embraced wholeheartedly.

August 26, 2021
August 26, 2021

FLUX

His mind itched to remember something, something lost down the back of a sofa, a copper penny just out of his reach.

August 19, 2021
August 19, 2021

Gaan

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...

August 12, 2021
August 12, 2021

The Greatest Showman on Earth

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...

August 12, 2021
August 12, 2021

My Eternal Sleep

I got drowned; drowned, in the serene ocean waves of my eternal sleep. The water, so dark and so deep;

August 5, 2021
August 5, 2021

Vitriol

There it is. There it is again. The only bar of soap dunked in the sink. How repulsive.

July 15, 2021
July 15, 2021

Of You, I Know Not

A poem by Syeda Erum Noor.

July 15, 2021
July 15, 2021

Utopia

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...

July 8, 2021
July 8, 2021

Pieces of the Moon

"As stereotypical it sounds, you don’t need to know my name."