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December 2015

Of War and Letters

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I am Light

I’m a string of fairy lights that’ll glow soft along the path . I’m that firework setting the dark night’s canopy ablaze. I’m that flame burning through the silent night

Avid Reader

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Ode to The Average Girl

I’m in love. I am.   The woman not so fair, definitely not the dreamy kind that one may find in a beauty commercial, or one that would pose with

The Reaper’s Touch

He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep didn’t come easily to him, never had, and never would. Since it was dark and he couldn’t see, sounds came

It’s Not Over

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Struggle

Struggle, because nothing worth having comes easy. It’s the struggle that makes us appreciate the beauty of an achievement, pride in a possession. Because things are not easy, they never

The Life I Lived

When grey skies turn generous At the onset of monsoon, Invariably I ache for things That can no longer be. When I sight mangoes in every hue Yellow, red, orange

Towards You

A self-imposed exile from love’s territory, Shutting out grains of sunlight, Rendering myself untouchable, In bounded and fortified high walls, Nursing and licking wounds, With echoes of silence.   One

The Second Marriage

In Islamic etymology, Tasneem refers to a “fountain in Paradise”. However, for Tasneem Raza Hydari, her name had spelt catastrophe and a rugged life clinging to the portents of adversity.