Do you remember them?With soft sunlightCasting shadows on your faceAs you whispered secretsSo loud everyone could hearThat cotton breezeSoothing your happy heartWhen you sangTunes so carefreeWhen you laughedan ocean of joyWhen you gasped for airBetween tag , hide ‘n seek and hopscotchYou stole a few seconds to sit andCatch your breathAnd a ragged tennis ballYou … More Those lazy summer evenings
It’s a startling world we live in. Places, people and memories are more likely to be associated with blood-chilling incidents than peachy, frolicky wonder years of the past. Dejavu is no longer a pleasant subtle whiff of a relived moment. It’s a creepy nightmare we’ve all had over and over again. It is in-our-faces rude, … More Quetta bleeds, remembering tainted memories.
So this is what ‘being human’ means as 2015 comes to its slow, painful end. So this is what it means to breathe the 21st century brand of oxygen. Waking up to war. It doesn’t matter where you live. It doesn’t matter what your beliefs are or what side you’re on. It’s something all of us … More What ‘Being Human’ means this year
Green is my color but today I bathed in red. Again. I thought I could get used to the blood, but can life live with death? Green gives me hope, but today you stole it. Again. I drowned as innocent blood filled my veins. Green gives me courage, but today you brought me to my knees. Not because … More Green is my color, but today I bathed in red
Nida Khan Writes 