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  • Schezerade

    Are raconteurs  good wives? Consider the thousand tales Each she carefully spun  To satiate a sadist’s hunger. Call it a web of deceit! Yet, never...

  • Shunyata- Nothingness

    #atensyllabledDecima #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour  Shunyata/Nothingness Nothing was there, to nothing we return.  Seek the ever unfolding horizon; All’s a mirage, life’s naught but illusion. Each being  walks...

  • Sita's Plea

    Sita poured her heart out  To the silent trunks and endless trees “If nature were my lover I’d sing about no city, No paens, I’d...

  • Dull Sundays

    #NaProWriMo21 #Day5 # haiku & couplet  dull Sundays offer, creased bedsheets, scattered blankets,  stale cigarette smoke. *** messy counterpanes, yellowed spillage; wine glasses,  greasy  plates,...

  • Haiku

    #NaProWriMo21 #babysteps #day3 a mother’s love glows baby steps fumble, childhood  journeys shape bold dreams *** Mumtaz N Khorakiwala (Batool Idrish Siamwala) 4-3-21 Picture courtesy:...

  • Soul Searching

    #Naprowrimo21 #Day4 Fatema, Azra, Aasia, Marium and Batool Realised the power of prayers They invoked in tears,  earnestly the Divine And were lit by pure...

  • Bridges

    #Naprowrimo21 #Day1 To Scarlett, Rhet Butler and Ashley  And to Nanny, who tightened Scarlett’s corset To the likes of Gerald O’ Hara, and his many...

  • Humility

    #naprowrimo #2nd April entree  “Thank you”, my heart sang, In a deep sense of gratitude. As I sat watching the mighty waves, Rising slowly cresent-...

  • Routines

    Scratched notepads, hurriedly inked shopping checklists, Often diverting into a frenzied attempt to doodling, Stick on notes placed haphazardly on cupboards and mirrors, Reminders notes–hash...

  • Touch-Me-Not

    #Poattic-7 A touch-me-not shies away from feel, Should a woman do so too? Is that why she’s named Lajwanti? Lajjo, she’s called by dear ones,...

  • Solitude

    What’s solitude, but a bud opening to morning breeze, What’s solitude, but a flower dancing to breeze. What’s solitude, if not a moment of pleasure...

  • Blueberry Woman

    #Poattic-7 Let them all turn blue For  once, she’d all mighty Gods shew  With her awakening -all myths,  Legends and folk tales- would die. These...

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