Schooling with Creativity
By M. Qaiser
Of late, India has improved well in the literacy rate. Every year, millions of children enroll in private and government schools, strictly...
Unison is Resolution
By Aaqib Javaid
Kashmir: word of seven alphabets makes its presence in politics, conflict, human right violations, strikes, encounters, curfew, crackdown etc. But more than...
‘Fairer’ Feelings
by Durdana Bhat
Some feelings, since very long, are stirring up a storm in me. I am the part of society where woman seems to...
Sighs and Echoes
Durdana Bhat
The whole world seems saying: there is a way out of everything. So then I thought of opening the door and going indoors....
Painting Life
Durdana Bhat
Remaining was naught. As time blew over, memories were revived. As time went on, that wallowing crap center was rushing away into a...
Let me speak
By Asma Firdous
Drug me
let me drown
in those deadly flavours
that they call haraam!
Fill the glass
with toxic formulas
and leave no drop behind...
Let my words flutter
let my...
Lets bleed love on paper again…
by Asma Firdous
Lets revive my pen...
An old tradition of careless lines
of rhythms broken
and proud designs!
Lets fall for that shadow again!
And embrace the scent of a...
GOD HIMSELF
by Hirra Sultan
Hope to me was God himself
But to me, was He turning deaf?
The rope to pull me up was Him
But somewhere, did the...
I have a heart
By Asma Firdous
She looked into the mirror
One last time
Capturing every detail..
This might be the last time she looked
like that...
She has chosen a long journey
To...
The Untitled
Asma Firdous
The ink is ready to dye the paper
Her pen ready to obey her grip
And she sits today
with old missions again...!
Her knowledge of language
The alphabet...
Parting soliloquy
Durdana Bhat
“I fear, you will come to bad end, very bad end.”
These were the words, I heard...
I was a formless thought, always finding depths....
Are we putting an end to our innocence?
Dhaar Mehak
A compassionate look—that I took at the giggles from behind, I found a bunch of my lil’buzzing mosquito cousins: whispering, smiling and laughing!...
Renaissance has begun
by Saima Rashid
They call our homeland a beast of beauty. It is somebody’s obsession and other’s desperation. Amid the claims and counter claims, they...
For ‘Heaven’s sake’!
Rakshanda Ali
There is always a thin line between naming warriors and collaborators. And it is difficult to judge—as who is who, in a battle...
The blurred ecstasy
Durdana Bhat
The loss of words and those blurred lines. I mourn the disappearance of crisp sated in them. But more than anything, I miss...
