Sunday, December 16, 2018

Poetry

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...

Reading Lolita in Kashmir

for Alfred Corn A boy, I stole into grandpa’s study. An art dealer, he loved books with gilded edges, Aristotle to Zola all stuck together in the humidity. I snuck Lo out to his...

The Hall

In the bleeding north where the darkness of old blood merged on winter stones waiting for new wars, a man rose to power. Uncut, unbruised, with his sword still in...

El Desperados

How desperate we are to laugh- To chime with a can of laughter- Exhaling nervous relief, Reassured that it wasn't a can of worms.   A concert is over. See...

Naked Thoughts

My love provides this desert with Your lovely hair's luxuriant shade. Time and gain your memory Knocks wildly at the door of my heart. Who would for ages...

Kashmir

The poet called her a Paradise, and I bought his word I was astounded at her beauty, but immediately saddened by her worth I looked at...

Shahid tonight

“Where art thou?” Kashmir needs a Shahid tonight “O, please free her with poesy,” pleads a Shahid tonight A red path marks the entrance to my...

Summer Break, Or Why I’m An Idiot

By Talha Bin Ehtasham Today is the third day since you left. Overnight; on that same express train, Like countless times before. This time though feels the worst. I...

Biting the dust

History, they say, always repeats itself. In my homeland, helplessness repeats itself. Our pangs never settle into grief, or mourning or bereavement. A fresh shot of agony injected...

Tsolhama Roshe Roshe…

You stole away with furtive gait, O lover of flowers, my sweetheart! Stay, O stay, my only love! O wizard, why must you leave me thus? Tell me...

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