Posts by Ghazal Khan

Letter to the Virtual Lover

Dear you,   If I sit down and contemplate, I’d find pieces of you, sprinkled all over my days; and nights come with the mosaic that it had already painted

You

In between the crest and trough of your chest, I had found the place to rest my head on. When you had called me Beautiful In your semi-conscious state, I

Unbecoming

Gosh, I used to believe that gulping down three glasses of red wine would make me not to cringe at the things I was starting to feel lately because at

You And I

We were supposed to be dissolved like ink to water but some things just aren’t meant to be together. Your eyes had perceived me as someone much bigger than I

Incision

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Admonitory Note

Hey you, We are not the refreshment drinks that you put up against your lips and then throw the cans somewhere to rot because you think it’s nothing more than

Sanely Free

My journey to penance started on a night when I kept aside the feeling that you ever existed And condemned myself those agnostic memories, changed your remembered words into forgotten

Architectural Perfection

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Rise, Not Fall

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Mystics of Bleeding Blue

I’m yet to find a word which expresses the insanity one must have, in order to fall in love with his devastation; There are, however, countless words to depict the

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