poetry

کرنا پڑتا ہے جب زندگی تم پر رحم نہ کرے تو اپنے پہ ظلم کرنا پڑتا ہے بچھڑنا پڑتا ہے […]

… qasida on this moment / Nadiya my piece for RIC.. such a warm feel when the journal reciprocates

i trace the places we could have been at times stamps that may have carried our presence. it is not

i have a book trembling inside me. its pages flutter when the breeze wisps past me and I shudder. it

dipping my fingers in memories the sticky years of fumbling buttons waking at sunrise and sleeping till noon making love

(from the  poem is waqt toh yun lagta hai  by Faiz Ahmed Faiz) a trans-interpretation Iqasidah of the present weave me