Creative Writing

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...

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...
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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: A Magic Land’s Hero

The wizardess of beauty plays wicked charms in your fingers, on your arms, your shorts, half size, your naked thighs, the muscles tensing tight your voice, your eyes, that half way smile why do you smirk ? kill me… before I ... 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 i... Read More...