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When mind wanders, heart wails, art heals & soul speaks

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Tragedy of one’s life

A friend once said to me, "You don't know the tragedy of my life". I was perplexed when I read those words in the text message. For the several days which followed after, I wondered what really could be the... Continue Reading →

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My friends 

My friends are all good in my head. Never failing to amuse me, they talk to me about stars, about life & it's suffocating bars, about invisible scars, about injustice & wars. And then, there's another one named conscience. It... Continue Reading →

The introvert dilemma

Sometimes I wonder if extroverts have it easy. Do they ,too, feel the soul crushing weight on their shoulders forcing them to get out of their skin in order to be acknowledged? How do words come to them so effortlessly?... Continue Reading →

Mental health

We go to the gyms for fitness or walks in the park, to enhance within,the physical spark. We go to mosques & churches to rekindle the connection with our God. We go out with friends & family, and socialize hard.... Continue Reading →

Fall // a photo diary

Last year, it was Fall when I moved to Canada. Every thing inside me felt like the leaves withering away from the trees. But, God, all of it looked so beautiful; the colours, the rustle , the whole aura of... Continue Reading →

Ambiguity 

​Do you ever feel that point in your life where you find yourself very blessed? But then again there's a voice shouting from the back of your head nagging, bothering, disturbing continuously. It tells you otherwise. It can't be tamed... Continue Reading →

You//art 

They speak not false when they say that you're a piece of art. You're the art which stains the glass windows of cathedrals.  The art which engraves a skin & soul to remain inside it forever. The art found in... Continue Reading →

Oh hiraeth! 

  All cloaked in black, It peeks from behind In the dead of the night In the silent car rides In the laughter of their faces In the endings of moments. And it seeps & crawls slowly In the pores... Continue Reading →

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