I was born in Lahore, where the culture nurtured both my art and my thinking. Today, I live in Porto,...
I measure memory by kiss and fragrance –
a cherry tree where we sat and watched...
There must be something going around...
Five years seems to be a Memory Struggle...
They...
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It was a moonlit night. Stars were scattered across the sky, as though the cosmos had adorned itself with a...
There were clearly things lost within himself quite unlike any puzzle or maze he had...
Mukesh, a middle-aged man, sits alone on the roof of his old house. The shadows of evening are deepening,...
Sometimes, I guess in Times have been forgotten?
It must be difficult also remembering everyone you...
Forgotten solider Yesterdays footprints Gone...
Elder library Disappearing...
Apart from me these days, I wonder who if anyone, thinks of you as...
Looking through the windows of my mind I remember all my sorrow and all of my...
In shadows cast on cold and silent stone, A tombstone rose, in beauty starkly bright,
Its...
To be put down or depressed, can't stop me carrying on, it's tough, sometimes you feel that you've...
Dear lord, our inadvertent stumbling upon those two novice sisters,...
The ringing of your voice reverberating though my chest The reverberation of your memory has become...
If I was the falsely accused. I’d pay my bail; I’d walk in shoes made of sand. I’d give up hope, I’d...
I was the second wife of a recently deceased and very high ranking Russian diplomat .....
