What my Lord made is beautiful ever The earth, the mountains, the creatures Those sigh on their birth whenever
She looked into his eyes painfully. He stared back, not taking his eyes off her. “I’m sorry”, she said, “You…
“Sit”, she said and he sat down without a sound. He knew when that voice meant business. “What you did…
A dilemma of hues and cries A replica of ice cold eyes An era of hatred and discord A threshold…
On the blurred edges of my dreams, where i search for you each night, I found you once waiting for…
In response to a question, Munnabhai in ‘Lage Raho Munnabhai’ posing a Gandhigiri professor of history said, “Desh to azaad…
The shy flame of the candle, virgin demeanour, Struggles in the forest of the night, The passing wind steals solitary…
She had been dropping him hints all along, but he ignored them. It was time for her to go, still…
*Disclaimer: This piece stereotypes Afghan men. The purpose is not to make sweeping