IN the Name of Love: Part 3

If he was Ranjha then she was his mother. She had given birth to him and knew how to make him obey. ‘Well, you are going to marry her. She is innocent in all this, you created this mess for her, not a toy you could play with and leave. No son of mine does

In the name of Love: Part 2

Heer was a classically beautiful girl and came from a traditional household  where family always came first. A man could come to ask for the hand of a girl in marriage from her elders but it was utter disrespect what Ranjha did. Still she became his in name and all and sundry got the news

In the Name of Love: Part 1

She was happy, jubilant in an extended family gathering. At seventeen, an engagement had been announced to Heer by a hunk of a man and any girl could be envious of her good luck. He was a desirable man, very handsome and wanted to marry her, what more she could ask for. She fell in

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قریہ قریہ وہ محبت ڈھونڈیں ہیں جنہیں گھر کی تلاش ہے مکان کی آس نہیں۔ پھر وہ ادھر ادھر بھٹکتے ہیں راہوں میں رلتے ہیں !بس اک گھر مرے پاس نہیں محفلوں میں بھی، جو الف ہوتے ہیں مسکرا کےکہتے ہیں ہم اداس تو نہیں۔ پھر نگاہیں شام میں، افق پر اٹھتی ہیں یہ رات

Out of the Ashes

I have risen out of the ashes A night so long Blacker than black With my feet tired and cracked A journey of heaven and earth And this whole universe I have wandered once and over Every night and all night But time stood still Now the moment has ticked And I have risen with

Colour of Solace

It resides in the depth of your eyes The beauty Eyes the colour of azure waters Life is what else but your voice And what you say Words of gold I can sew them in my pores and wrap myself in their heat in the dark winter under my skin and put them on my

Life is just that…

Life is the name of tosses and turns, cracks in an oil painting left under the sun. Skin burgeoning on hand touching a burning pot, life is just that sip of tea on my tongue. And that first hint of the flavour of not so hmm delicious and savoury to taste, summer jumping the fence

Creativity Assassin

It is true when I am writing, SEO is not on my mind. It is rather depreciating for my creativity. An apt term would be the creativity assassin. Should I first be thinking about what to insert, to attract, within lines of a poem that is stringing a tune with my brain cells?! Or after

Poetry|Mistaken

Mistaken over a glass of juice, saw drinking behind a glass-door it was one fine afternoon, time for siesta post the sunny noon a peaceful mountain valley lives around the hut, with abundant trees and birds, twittering since the time of dawn. Saw throats moving sip by Sip enjoying the flavour and tongues Swiping the

Sequel

I am a lucky one. Now people curious as to why I am calling myself the lucky one may need to read “First Rain” to comprehend the matter. The one who has created me and these clouds – them even carrying so much water, do not come falling down with the weight – made me