The sorbet-souffle clay of dusk entails a full realization, as ethereal as it is, like scent of rose or musk— I am convinced, the universe is out to tell me things, silhouetted against the sun, my heart reaches a conclusion. Aren’t they too a witness of beauty, haven’t they stirred… Read more“In Conversation with Softening Dusk”
Yellow. He replies as we make our way to a café nearby, I glance upon the side of his face, he is the same as me– like coffee with milk in it. The green city bustles with beauty, with stone lions facing the sea, and gondoliers passing… Read more“Re-Statement of Romance”
Butter pecan brown and wrapped in tomorrows, I am forever in search of realms that shall not wither or lie, where green groves flourish and moon is a symbol of human breathiness, a brazen haze, a bohemian escape, for it’s a difficult thing to hide fervour caked under… Read more“Dark-Plumed”
Perfumed, his breath writes sonnets on supple skin; places a kiss or two on the forehead, this attachment is both fiery and tender, is intellectual foreplay and deep conversation— I float further down its stream. These sombre lashes are brave enough to delve in; love him when he is lost, … Read more“The Alchemy of Affection”
It’s luster in a storm to be honest; this city with its highs and lows bathed in orange and mauve– one can almost capture the stillness of night in a poem, taste the gentle moonlight that whispers soft against the skin. Poets have an ongoing affair with romanticism. … Read more“Aubade – Karachi City Lights”
A roguish thought occurs every now and then; its words suffused between scarlet skies and singed grass, for it is both a wanderer in the woods of subconscious and a whisper we choose to ignore— ignore until ignored it can be no more. Poets love to people… Read more“Scarlet Skies and Singed Grass”
