Poetry

Half a Night

...you bleed her bits and call her a bitch? Roll over, dog.

Poetry

Seeing Our Selves

How do I see you through...

Jaane kahan gaye voh din!

But a new generation of the young and restless cine fans had replaced the old generation and they had neither

Paradise Tea Shoppe

Hate was perhaps too strong a word, but then again it appeared to originate from Love. Afterall you can only

A Sculptor of Parachutes: Naga Diary 1

True or otherwise, this story is a metaphor for all the issues that coalesce into what the Naga situation is.

Poetry

Karachi Odyssey II

those fishermen were true
               to their sea
these days it helps not
     

Poetry

Liberty Nites

Every night I pray to You to save me.
Every day You betray me

Narrative

Third Letter to Uncle Sam

But why don’t you send us trousers as well? Don’t you ever take off your trousers? If you do, you

Poetry

Dead Flowers

Perhaps, we understand very well-
dreams of dead flowers
living

Short Story

Perchance to Dream

Story of a King-of-Long-Ago, who dreamt of a Fox hanging upside down from the roof of his bedroom

In Loving Memory of Nazia Apa (aka Nazia Hasan)

Nazia Hassan was a sub-continental icon. On her third death anniversary, a fan and friend pays tribute

Short Story

Opportunity Knocks But Once

The story goes into the mind/psyche of a surgeon. A competitive, aggressive, brilliant, trained professional mind.

Basant

For a chance to play Hori again,
For sprightly Krishna to arrive,..

Sanity

I was taken aback. The paintings… the craft, the harmony, the beauty in them. And they were made by an

Short Story

Chore! Chore!

As soon as Molana Sahib turned around to shake hands with Hashim Khan, Maskeen darted at the pile, snatched the

Short Story

He Dared to Call His Own

He screamed and he screamed, until he was certain his lungs were forced empty of fury intermingling with paining love.