Literature

Poem: Sinners

When love is sin, and we sinners. They stare, They point. I hear them poking fun at us, the way your fingers slip into mine, tender. They balk, They glow... Read More...

Poem: What Is It?

It's not a disease that needs to be cured, not a bad habit that ought to be spanked off, not a 'preference' that can be changed at will. It's not a religion that one can be converted into, not an epidemic that spreads from a soul to the ne... Read More...

Fiction: Bringing The Light (Part 1)

The first time I laid eyes on Vasu’s blue eyes was when he came to the office to pick me up for a meeting across the city.  They were striking, those blue eyes, set against the light brown of his skin, topped by his black hair which was neatly trim... Read More...

Short Story: HOPE

It is limelight winter evening. I stand firm on my decision, while searching the deepest point in the Jhelum. I am not one of those water environmentalists no... Read More...

Short Story: First And Foremost

“He was a police officer first and foremost,” Rahul told himself as he looked in the mirror. His dark eyes looked back at him, his hair regulation short, a thick but trimmed moustache just above his lips which were parted slightly, reflecting his in... Read More...
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Poem: Longing

I have grown prematurely old in your love I have lived too many lives in your longing You have aided Far too long The hand of fate Against me Today I’m... Read More...

Poem: Many Ways

I loved you in too many ways The ravenous roots of your love grew deeper Maddening me gently At the end of every nerve in my body I opened up to you in too many ways Unwrapping like a half packed gift You touched every secret vein in my s... Read More...