Volumes and vessels. Recesses and rooms. Shallows and shadows. Mosques and minarets. Cathedrals and chambers. You’re an echo without an origin. You’re the volume of a vacant vessel. You’re the magnificence of monuments, you’re a broadway show amidst yellow city lights and a silent history amidst ruined sculptures and incomprehensible scriptures. You’re the blood on … Continue reading
The Moods of Blue This piece speaks about the shades of blue that are seen on flowers. The shades interiors and the tinted petals. The variation in sizes, textures, and patterns. How disorderly ordered they are. On a poetic note, it speaks of the emotion in blue. Subtle sorrow and a regret that keeps returning. … Continue reading
“Battles won amid war is not victory.” ― Faheem Void of motion. Pursed lips. Words within — unsaid; and it’s tough to not say something when you know it is meant not to be said. Vigour is a sunken ship that hit a chunk of ice while in motion — … Continue reading
In Farsi, Birds are called ‘parindey’ And inhabitants are called ‘baashindey’ And even though I know what they are called in Hindi, I pretend that I don’t, And still, I am oblivious to what they are called In the tongue of the French or the Japanese or the Dead. I wonder how a tongue can … Continue reading
‘I am not a big fan of idol worship but have always been fascinated by the people who make the art and the people who walk the wire there. Their faith, belief, arts, colours, music, sound, love, devotion, have fascinated me ever since I can remember. So this wari, I decided to visit the walk … Continue reading
We spend a lot of minor portions of our day waiting, which later on add up to become major parts of our life, which we spend, waiting. For cabs, for job opportunities, for food delivery, for meetings, for bad days to end, for love. I spent many portions of many days of many summer breaks, … Continue reading
This is the time for a storm, The boat is settled on a pistachio shell lathered with planks to hold lotus bulbs coffined deep down the marsh where the heat from you plops at all the constant curves of mine and the cuts of my curve. I am here – a new cinnamon fern … Continue reading
