Welcome to the Underworld

Welcome to the Underworld, the gutteral hubris of dormant minds. Here the nightingale is still hauntingly passing by, it's throat hoarse from decades of awaiting, calling, anticipating. The muser is dead, his body long buried, stuck inside earth's immortal womb; his individuality, identity replaced by the singularity of his works. His works have for ever... Continue Reading →

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The Plague Upon Us by Shabir Ahmad Mir

Political correctness can be defined as that spectacular ignorance bombarded by the present conservatives to ensure the maintenance of political diplomacy in their policies, speech, behaviour and while finding themselves answerable to the common mass.  In the early 20th century, extending even to the mid, the phrase significantly denoted strict adherence to specific ideology gleaming with... Continue Reading →

Friday, 28 May 2021

19: 13 I sprout from the droughts of hollows, like that is what I have always been meant to do, to stoop slow and quiet into the arms of some meadow, wild grass cladded with scissor sharp leaves, cutting into my flesh like some premonition. I wonder if I would be fine, just fine enough... Continue Reading →

Monday, 24 August. 2020

21:00 There's something very passionately romantic about rooms, enclosed chambers filled to the brim with human breath. Resting bodies lying idly on unarranged beds, cozily enveloped in soft blankets. That delicate branch with all its freshly arranged fauna drooping on their skin, kissing the warmth off their nakedness. Sunrays gliding through that fold of the... Continue Reading →


That escapist fallacy squeezed out of one debris of a decaying human life. That beautiful reminiscence of the dead romantics whispering in your ears. That little scoop of frozen clouds gently settling inside your mouth. Life rushes past silent yearnings breathlessly, halting at times for split moments, gasping for air, letting it enter gushing into... Continue Reading →

Aestheticism and Wilde

Aestheticism or Aesthetic Movement rose in the last 19th century as an essential art movement, concentrating upon both practical and theoretical implementations. The purpose of this movement was to revive the aesthetic essence of artistic forms and literature that were perceived to be diverted from nature and beauty instead of social-political thematic. Writers of the... Continue Reading →

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Strictly speaking I wasn’t there. Strictly speaking I believe I’ve never been anywhere.” – Samuel Beckett There are instances when I try to prominently point out the thinning bridge between global perception of reality and individual expectations of the concept. At times, the very awareness of the extreme lack of differentiation between the two creates... Continue Reading →

Sunday, 14th Feb 2021

23:36 What is my idea of love? Nothing. Endless acres of barren land, home to sprouting nothingness. A nothingness fertile with an oasis worth of a nameless you and me. A nothing engulfing reveries, reveries woven by poetry and desire, by verses raining promises pouched inside oak barrels to be emptied within my belly into... Continue Reading →

I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid

Today's contemporary is tomorrow's backwardness. I am trying to understand where exactly does one's perception of reality birth from. Reality in whole is a generalized, normalised form of societal structure that people try to fit into. Your sense of reality finds acceptance only when it resonates with your surroundings in whole. It is almost reassuring... Continue Reading →

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