Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Poetry

Mother’s call

The night's ghosts came prowling down All geared in a khaki gown Wielded upon by a ghost with a frown

Shepherd

Deep and deep into the woods I would sink; on and on would I walk; till I reach the forest hoods! Shepherd; aah! Be that I could! Taking...

Transcreation: Yeh jau raig-e-dasht-e-firaaq hai

By Huzaifa Pandit Zindagi jabr-e-musalsal ki tarah kaati hai Jaanay kis jurm ki paayi hai saza yaad nahee!! (Life meanders on stooped under a perpetual tyranny What heinous...

An exercise in memory

Dear comrades let us do an exercise / polish this new guise, an exercise in memory / memory will set us free Let us begin, bloodied, let...

Mother

By Farzana Munshi Her hands are stretched out to the lap of cliffs She’s climbing to heaven by treading falls Her eyes are sapphire Hair woven in gold...

The Conflict Zone

Rue of a woman, half-widowed. The ordeal of a girl yearning to see her father. The sigh from the broken soul of a Mother, And, the mourning...

I belong to a Valley

By Ikram Ullah I belong to a valley grand Himalayas the Pir Panchal Jehlum’s mystifying tranquility Lidder’s restlessness I belong to a valley forlorn a Stalingrad The Red Square without a Kremlin...

The Survivor

I remember: the initial throe and the horror changed into loathing for them and the system that is talked of and never seen and then for my flesh that remained jerking with...

The Sparrow’s Sorrow

By Zareef Ahmad Zareef | Tr. by Shafi Shauq   Before I narrate my suggestive tale, I salute you all with love and respect. Two decades so harrowing...

My Renaissance

By Ikram Ullah I lived like thou, a life, but no quarry a soul so freakish. And a body so Repose.   A Boy Wild about Wild, Dead of ambitions, With no...

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