I saw a mystic today, She reminded me of you. The curls of her hair, Reminded me of the waves over your chest Curtains over your bare...

I waited as you told me to. I waited by the windowpane and kept a firm eye on today: today’s skies, the present moment’s beauties, never...

These past two weeks have been a steep rising and steep diving of emotions. What follows is a piece written as the result of this...

I got my ticket I am on my way In the train to nowhere. Got in the economy class The one-seater assigned to one Behind is the local birth...

The sound fills my ears, at once loud and gentle. The sound of your waves inching toward the sand. It drowns out everything else but not...

The detachment from the self Both figurative And literal. My human inclinations No longer addressed. A creature I have become, Monstrous...

Perhaps I don’t have to know where I’m going And for now it is enough that I’m not where I used to be These growing pains are draining me...

Careful constructions made of crystal and glass Held up by hopes and prayers Ready to topple over, ready to change Morph into something...

Emily Dickinson died 134 years ago, having lived out her last years in complete solitude. She had asked her family to burn her poetry...

لكل حالم تائه أو متألم، لكل قلب لديه الكثير ليعبر عنه ولا يستطيع. إلى كل الأحاسيس المدفونة في أعيننا وفي رحلتنا. الى كل القيود التي تكبل...

Taha Kaleem Life A roller-coaster I must say One moment you are up and running and then down and distraught What amazes me is the...

Labeeba Ahmed Neither do I want to be a name in your forgotten contact list, Nor do I desire to be in the group of acquaintances I don’t want to be your flavor, color or phase of the month And being the watch you keep looking at constantly, wondering about the never- ending time; Not really in my wish-list. I want to be the dried rose that you keep in between the pages of an old romantic classic, The sapphire that you treasure as a faith in love. I wish to be the reason behin

Taha Kaleem I dreamt of a place Where I was hungry of the Applause I looked around And I saw death running from me I tried to ask him...

Labeeba Ahmed “If you have the chance to accomplish your dream, what would you do?” everyone asked. “I would go to the infinitely finite galaxy of alphabet, An enticing system of 26 stars and phonetically diverse gas and dusts There, I would look for the planet of sleepless nights and dreaming days, Of enchanting words and expressions, Embedded between the structure of vowels and consonants. In that planet, right in the middle of the continent of rhymes, Is the country of poe