by Jafar Rehman
The television was on, the table empty and light in the corner lit the room poorly. He sat there staring outside the window. There is nothing but complete darkness outside yet he stares, there has to be something out there. A few days ago he heard a cat crying at night, went to see but… Continue reading On the other side of the window
When I first saw her, she was standing all alone Besides that coffee shop Had a notebook in her hand I could see Something she had written and drawn I wished she wasn't waiting for anyone If she was I wished it would be me She turned around and Started walking away from the coffee… Continue reading The coffee shop
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 