updated 9:01 AM GMT, Nov 24, 2014

Deep Shadows

Deep Shadows

 

 

His Heart,

the palimpsest of desire

where in 

Cupid's arrow sealed the whole.

Left him what?

Nothing was all that sprung red.

 

One fine day,

he knew he was accursed

When he

realized he could not

The Road -- a short story

Though it sounds strange, but sometimes I think that the local bus transport corporation drivers, even buses and conductors in Kashmir are secretly taught the concept of Différance by hardworking acad

The pink chewing gum-- a short story

The pink chewing gum-- a short story

A decade ago I saw her on the road. She went to the nearby shop and in a twisted Urdu accent, that is trademark of Kashmir girls, asked for a pack of chewing gums. After crossing the road, she tore th

The poetic physician: Momin and his art

It is an unfortunate occurrence that if there are many outstanding literary figures in any era, only one or two will figure in the general public consciousness. Elizabethan England had no shortage of

Narrating agony

The Half Mother, by Shahnaz Bashir

Hachette India, 2014

 

The life of man is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short, wrote Thomas Hobbes while describing the political uncertainty of 17th century En

Rubble – a tale of the oppressed

She was there for the second time. Same over trodden dusty road; same refreshing green fields coming to fruition with a yellow tinge, same rain swollen muddy brooks entwining the lush green fields, da

A poem of a Palestinian child

Don’t cry now Ummi, don’t cry now, rest now Ummi, sleep,

It’s over Ummi, no more pain, no more suffering, no more grief.

 

I see the fear in your eyes Ummi, thinking what’s going to become of me,

Don’

  • Zeyara
  • Category: Poetry

Absence

 

 

 

Last drops of adieu

Hang about pendulous lids

Of a tired evening.

Breezy evening of a strange summer

Flutters empty like a beggar’s cloak

Growing darker- stroke by stroke

Like a painters mixing

  • Syed Rabe'a Bukhari
  • Category: Poetry

A poet for all times: Majaz Lakhnavi

In Guru Dutt's "Pyaasa", before that haunting Sahir Ludhianvi dirge on the arbitrariness of human relationships ("Jaane woh kaise log the...."), two Urdu poets are shown. For the current generation, t

Residue: Not worth the due

Name: Residue

Author: Nitasha Kaul

Publisher: Rupa Publication 

Pages: 324

Reviewer: Inam ul Rehman

 

The central point of Nitasha Kaul’s novel is that Kashmir people identify with each other no matte

Music to ears: Books that you can listen

What if you can listen to the emotions of your favourite characters in a novel in the form of a soothing music?

 

This is now possible with a new software named TransProse that creates musical soundtr

Sword and Karakuli

Ask me, not, my name

A soul, like you

I’m on sale

From the land

Of, no more, saints

Where death has no end

And despair is nurtured

A doctrine

By the devil, and the angel

Where Nobles’ vanity

Is a treas

  • By Nahidah Khalid
  • Category: Poetry