“Destruction is hovering above the skies, on top of the farmer’s valley, watching his cattle grazing the fresh grass.”
Category: babel.
Museum of one’s own thoughts by Zunaira Rehman
“Do you see the Human, Being, Memory, and Hope as a Fusion? Or is the world a beautiful illusion…”
In the moments of heartache by Zahra Khan
“for some storms are to be weathered, not subdued, just hold on to the fragments of fortune”
O beautiful flower of a distant field by Anonymous
“Seeing the flower, You will recognise yourself, And my grave too”
You wish it was you? by Rohan Kumar
“You are the flower that blooms in the dune for even the heat and Sol couldn’t extinguish the flames of survival in your heart. You’re the Tree of Life whose shade harbors Nature. And you’re the answer to why I exist.”
Engulfed by Serena Fatima Kazmi
“And we lie engulfed – in a sheet of complete harmony and peace.”
Fragmented self by Faryal Chaudhary
“My whole self is a mystery to me, yet you pictured me – as if I am a tragedy or made of ecstasy.”
Grey giants by Ahmed Umer
“What is this? A flower. Flowers scattered everywhere. Didn’t I just buy a bunch – To spread on somebody’s grave”
Weathered Affections by Marsha Ahmad
“I hang onto you for another summer of this year . . . Like the last rain who’s too scared to arrive”
My water by Ahmed Umer
“Taking my intentions, my darkness, my material with you . . . Will you go back to where you came from, my drop?”
Grief – the suitcase of my heart by Anousha Rafiq
The grief and that girl befriended this phrase . . . “This womb will never heal”.
Who we once were by Rohan Kumar
“Maybe like Eurydice and Orpheus, we are forever destined to be apart.”
Funeral of the alive by Sarah Khan
“It was precisely because I was dead – liberated from my material body – that I could see.”