Unpoet
Temporal Apr 14, 2005 interacts: 27
float and fall like flakes
one after another
in a suffocating embrace
to the ground
unloved and undead
The Gray Cotton Shawl
Hamidah Hemani Nov 21, 2002 interacts: 22Kashmira is the bastard child of Pakeezah and Indir.
The New Beginning
Mohammad Gill Nov 1, 2004 interacts: 37My story is the story of many thousands of other people on both sides of the line. I regard myself lucky in one way that
He Dared to Call His Own
Sadia Khatri Jul 19, 2007 interacts: 4He screamed and he screamed, until he was certain his lungs were forced empty of fury intermingling with paining love. And still, nobody listened.
Nothing’s Forever
Kasim Master Mar 18, 2001 interacts: 22An ’epic’ poem on life, love, relationships etc.
To Have Loved and Lost
Ibrahim M Khalil Feb 1, 2007 interacts: 14I learnt to distinguish between sincere and leering eyes of men, jealous and envious looks of women, how to notice small changes in women’s body,
Outside Looking In
Amanullah Kariapper May 16, 2004 interacts: 4She asks about the way – robbers, road conditions, ETA. The drivers and local staff inform her that there have been robberies on the way
Calligraphy of Coils
Rehan Ansari and Rajinder S Pal May 11, 1998 interacts: 1A conversation with Kashmiri poet Agha Shahid Ali
Premala ka Pyar
Madeha Chaudry Jan 12, 2005 interacts: 13She waited with patient resoluteness for the rising sun as he slept with his fingers entwined deeply in her hair…
My Beautiful Rizwan
Samina Rizwan Apr 5, 2003 interacts: 79
Such was the overpowering presence in my life, of Rizwan - my husband, my friend, my soulmate, my shaheed.
I, Samurai
Sahir Shah Apr 23, 2008 interacts: 7
my finger twitch
my neck hair rise
my throbbing pulse
my blistered foot
I'm full of life
He and She
Gomathy Subramanian Jul 22, 2007 interacts: 8
She ran after him and they looked like two small kids playing in the water.
On The Other Hand
Tahnoon Pasha Feb 4, 1998 interacts: 27I have spent five of my twenty-nine years in Pakistan ... They were the best years of my life.
The Road To Misuraata
Prashant Bhatt Aug 7, 2008 interacts: 2
The Italian Cemetery at Gargarish has stories of the families who lived here and made Tripoli their home. This is
The Palate’s Passionplay
Farzana Versey Apr 16, 2004 interacts: 47A low moan is the sound of satiation, after breaking bread as well as in bed. Both food and sex make full use of our
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