The Burial

 The species slaughtered and sliced, Washed and fried, golden brown, Blood mixed water saved with care, And carried out with conscientious gait, Without sprinkling the immaculate floor, To shower the slender pumpkin creeper, That  makes  it grow and...

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Bells jingle, collection escalates, Mother yells: “No torn clothes, only the washed and good ones.” Father with spectacles on nose tip, Lifts and measures each weight, The child to carry to the school’s third floor, Packs of rice, wheat and lentils.    ...

Solitude

Solitude in the closed room, Squeezes  the darkness to exude, The crushed and faint smell of the years, Of picking mango fruits, Speeding with the wind, Sliding down into the water, Splashing into the puddles, Of nightly fear of hoary ghosts, And curling in chill...

It is Not About Aquaguard

[Dear readers, here I am serving your platter with something new i.e. a short story. Hope you will enjoy it.] He lifted his eyes towards the sky and saw dark heavy clouds hanging from it. He could hardly finish saying, “It is going to rain very shortly.”, it started...

On the Occasion of Eid

Ladies gear up, You will see more flesh, In the names of beef, mutton and chicken. You will have to work it out Into korma, kalia and kofta. The dishes in porcelain, Sail  smooth from the kitchen slab To the table, opulent and clad white. The texture, the colour,...