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 behind the photo in...

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 poems and verses...