Poetry

Not Far, Now

My shy eyes drink you in

Poetry

Water Surface

Calm day, placid lake and solitude

Satire

Finding My Feet in London

In Pakistan, when someone did not go straight home from work, it was assumed that he was having trouble with

Acidity - Novellete Part II

A novelette zigzagging along an addict’s (heroinchie’s) pathological observations of the bleak and absurd comedy of 21st century’s social and

Poetry

Gardens of Stone

In memory of Kargil

Silent together

...his body jerked oddly as it obeyed a rapidly disorganizing brain.

Poetry

Fairytale Besmirched

This is life, dear friend,
Where failure is a trend ...

Short Story

The Thirteenth Hour

She could never survive without me; she could not withstand my trials and tribulations, she must leave before I make

Poetry

Kibera Inside and Outside

Bullets inside my head
And hunger outside me
I am a little child
My mother gone

Poetry

john over george: george over john

ram das and allah ditta go about their chores
as if there was no tuesday in their lives
sweating, scheming, squandering through

Frost Bite

Short Story

Birth Of A Nation

Just like Eskimos are a snow based, as Venice is water based society, Desis are a Shaadee based culture. Without

Poetry

The Season of Winter Madness

I search for words among ashes on the floor
The wind whistles impatiently at the door
I wish someone will help an

Mapping Karachi’s Charms and Contradictions

Kamila Shamsie spoke about ‘spider-plants’, the literary scene in Pakistan, an absence of ‘stone throwing fundamentalists’ in her

Short Story

The Gun

A life which, after his retirement kept him on edge, surprised in a world that had changed so drastically since

Aurangzeb The Nude

Religions, Violence, Justice