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Monthly Archives: February, 2022

If ever

If ever my shadows leave me, and I'll know that tomorrow it will, I will plant some mango trees for the people, I'd leave my hefty will. If...

Love, Catalogued

What they said of love was functional and dyslexic. Love got us wrapped up in one blanket, sleep patterns waiting to shift. We cried about death – of people not known; of people known;  of...

Cartography

Behind the neck where thoughts bloom a birthmark maps an ocean. There, a kiss evaporates into the salty wind. Two exiled bodies meet in the blue meridian. Though weary their bodies and...
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Pande-mourning

You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...

A night to remember

Stay up all night with me for once, I say Don’t complain we have work the very next day Step out...

Daydream

“Wow, you look...” As soon as those words slipped from his mouth, he regretted conceding to a third drink...

Must read

Reviewing ‘Obsession and Wild Pigeon’ by Ismat Chughtai

My interest in Ismat Chughtai developed when I first...