Often these days, I stop in front of mirror and look at my reflection a rapt concentration, it’s her or me smiling back at myself There are moments when I … Continue reading Seeing My Mother
Sometimes I make as many as five lists of books I want to read, authors I want to study, music I wish to listen to, art and artists I need to understand, and cinema to experience in a day.
I believe the only fragrance that’s never been bottled up is that of old books… that dusty, earthy, faintly exotic transcending you in times immemorial, of paper bound since ages. … Continue reading Fragrance of Words
उर्दू अदब इतनी ख़ूबसूरती से जज़्बातों को बयान करता है, शायद ही कोई और ज़ुबान वो मुक़ाम हासिल कर पायी हो अब तक। एक बेहद ही रूहानी ग़ज़ल है निदा … Continue reading निदा फ़ाज़ली
I want to write, scribble few thoughts And spill those feelings tied in knots and loops of oblivion On a sheet that has seen and lived and breathed the words … Continue reading The Words That Once Were There