Indian Periodical

           “Oh police, do you feel scared of corona?”, I asked once,            No he said “I just work for you without weapons and guns”            “Oh doctor, do you feel scared of corona?” , I asked with […]

हम-आहंगी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है। देखना है होश कितना मग़्ज़-ए-जाहिल में है। ए जगत ख़त्म होने को है सब बातचीत, देखता नहीं तू जिसे, ख़ौफ़ हर उस दिल में है। ऐ हाकिमी-दवा-ए-इंसानियत, मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार, अब तेरे जूनून का चर्चा फ़रिश्तों की महफ़िल में है। देखना […]

On insomniac nights ammi in her soft nostalgic voice reads out a letter in Urdu – my mother tongue about stories of her youth, while I float in another country, in another moment. When she knew the taste of the tongue – warming phrases behrehal sham-e guftagu ab bhi yaad […]

Life sometimes goes through its darkest day, When You find yourself stuck And there’s no sign of hope’s Ray. When you feel Your world has devastated , You search for reason of your birth And question, why were you created? When you cry and weep Buried under unfulfilled expectation heap, […]

The leaves in the forest are auburn, ready to play their hysteric charm against the pale sky, each leaf is carefully plucked, like a belief, then sewed against the path. They lie with wise foreheads to be touched by hurried footsteps. At night the voluminous heap of leaves resemble graves of many […]

Underneath the armpit this single strand of axillary hair gives major goals to the body and soul, the self is highly subjective in the meantime. Underneath the armpit this single strand of my hair makes the feeling alive again in this pretentious surrounding based on the clichés. Underneath the armpit […]

They burn me burn me right out at the stake Throw my burnt up lifeless carcass away in a tiresome lake All those tinsel stars will be plucked away from my eyes My clothes hung up down these darkened aisles of late Gone are the memories of different shapes and […]

Out of nowhere A thought, came to my mind Taking me, to you And to the past, so unkind The peace, the pain The love, the rain The life that happened And the ‘Us’, that remains An unanswered misery Of whispers, Of begging Of being loved and loving For the […]

With tyrannical truncheons and brute batons The oppressors have arrived. Smothering everyone revolutionary  In the vapor of violence, Entombing the fragile, fibrillating Utopias of hope In the tangled thicket of blood-drenched streets. Is this your mightiness? A mightiness which is merciless and meaningless. A mightiness which grotesquely amputates and mutilates […]

I hear a voice Not just your usual melodious rhythm which connects your soul to every atom of the universe But The voice of stillness Which compels mortality to drop it’s blinds and envision this rhythm through the eyes of eternity. The stillness So obvious yet uncertain So primordial yet […]