The door creaksAnd it takes me to a different timeI remember a tapThat always leaksA big patch on the wallThat sometimes dripsA door that won't closeUntil pushed hard. A small plantAnd a few mushroomsFind their way on the old exposed wallThe paint is nearly goneBlack and greenish mold finally eats up the wall Door creaks… Continue reading Creaking Door
The time in my watch is 3:20 (actually 3:21) and I haven't had my lunch yet. On a usual day I would not delay it but today was different. As it happens I am working on a project that demands urgent attention. My job is to trim content, take care of details and make sure… Continue reading 3:24
I have had my fill. This thought ran through his mind constantly. Tapping some random keys on the laptop, he looked around and saw everyone reeked of mediocrity and sadness and lost hope. Or maybe he reeked of all those things. You'd never know. The problem as you see is, I do not know my… Continue reading 34 percent
Part 1: Six feet down A grave a sound A crying woman A mother maybe? Or a wife? Who else would grieve At this time? Who would remember This unmarked grave? Part 2: Wind blows with a hint of raindrops Enough to let you feel the water Leaves move away The veil has been lifted… Continue reading The end
Itvaar ki woh dopharAur bimaari ka doosra dinMain thande sofe par Fhir bhi baitha rahaAakhir tum bhi poochoge kyun? Kyunki mujh main Himmat baaki nahi thiAndar kamre mai Jaakar letne kiDobara fhir sone ki Bahar dhoop jaa chuki thiSardi ki dhoop Rahegi bhi kab tak? Television chal raha thaJise main Idiot box kahun bhi Toh… Continue reading Itvaar ki woh dophar
I wrote this back in March this year. Enjoy reading it!
This morning he was sitting in his jeep outside the government hospital. He had parked under a tree beside the gate, a few steps away from the bus stop where in every 5 minutes a bus came and a hoard deboarded the bus. A few went into the hospital while others rushed towards the metro… Continue reading Duty Calls- Short story Part 1
The last 50 pages A hot summer night And a thought of you. -Jafar Rehman P.S. 'You' here can be food.
Tell me What happens when You stick a knife Into a man's stomach And he spurts blood From his mouth And then as life leaves him He grabs your collar And looks you in the eyes With a pleading look And questions you Without a sound. Do you for once feel sad? Were you at… Continue reading Tell me
Tell me What happens When the sun goes down And moon shines Bright in the sky And a wolf howls In the distance somewhere And a gust of wind Plays with your hair And you feel a shiver And you hear someone talking In the distance Could it be him? Finally returning After gathering some… Continue reading Two People