Literature

Poem: When You Come to Me

Twirling smoke Coming out of my mouth Paints gray metaphors Around me I hold your memories delicately Like an expensive pen Between my teeming fingers You come to me like a poem Out of nowhere And lay naked on the white bed Of my diary I... Read More...

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...

Fiction: Bringing the Light (Part 2)

Read the First Part here After that, all I could think about was how to see more of Vasu. Work carried on, but my private life was spent wondering how to get Vasu to myself, outside the rigors of office transport. He was not likely to spend his ti... 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 reli... Read More...

Book Review: Denial, Deceit, Discovery

My college never bothered much about queer people, taking pride in its ‘Catholic’ antecedents. Little surprise then, that in my second year, I stumbled across a man, who simultaneously fell for me and didn’t. Over the course of the next two years... 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 nor a typical nature lover. I disown the paradox, world and this city. It has amplified ever... Read More...