Sitting by the window;gazing at the sky I espied a bird trying hard to fly She had mutilated feathers yet gave another try She did not excuse and persuade her heart by a lie Meanwhile droplets fell over the top Speeding themselves on the slope Each drop contributed to heavy rain that none could… Read More RAIN
I left his place as I was told.I waved him goodbye.He smiled at me.But as I stepped outside,he told “I am sorry”. “You don’t need to be.Probably I should have seen the clock” I replied As I turned once again to wave,i could see his eye.It was red.I think he was crying.He had to say… Read More STRANGER-3(THE FINAL CHAPTER)
I love to smile with people who are happy but I pine for moments to laugh with people who are sad. Beacuse Latter gives me perpetual serenity.
Being Muslim is not being a devil How can you people be so reluctant and ill O world listen gingerly,now that I reveal Popping off with the mouth what I feel If looking at us brings you in chafe I pray to Allah to keep you safe If my presence brings you a sense… Read More Being Muslim
Dear girl,trust me you are never all alone, My eyes staring icily at you;lips murmuring in a feeble tone, In the crowd of many I am the one, Waiting for the people to be gone, To set up chills within your spine and bone. I can grope you from back,run hands over you from… Read More Dear Girl
My country is at stake, What sense for them does it make, glom on to my land;deepen my soil, All that we had;now they take Abounding and ancient heritage of babylon, Now deserted;all alone, Aesthetic beauty,benign culture; which mesmerised the poets to cherish, Great mesopotamia city;now forced to perish Full-mouthed thundering jets flutter the… Read More REFUGEE
In my childhood day, Dripped all in water and mud I would lay, Hearing her footsteps,would run like a hare, She would run after me just for my care Fixing my tangled hairs with her palm, Enshrouding me within her arm, Catching the swivel of her charm, Being a child;i could feel;the safest place… Read More She Is My Mother