VERSE | PERPETUAL (M)OCEAN

There is a ship that’s out to seaHer cargo is my dreamsWhen I feel them slipping away She drops anchor close to me There is a ship that’s voyaging on She carries bushels of hope When life throws curve balls one too many She drops anchor somewhere close There is a ship out in theContinue reading “VERSE | PERPETUAL (M)OCEAN”

VERSE | THE IMPERMANENCE OF BEING

I wake up, my mind numb, my legs feelingLike 10 kg bags of wet cement Have been tied to my ankles; weighting Me down, ripping a dentWith my name in the fabric of the universe.I think briefly of yesterday, it was the reverseOf the state of my mind, as it ties and it bindsMe todayContinue reading “VERSE | THE IMPERMANENCE OF BEING”

VERSE | THE ANATOMY OF HOPE

It is feeling like the world has overcome You body and soul and then some It’s like drowning in a bottomless sea Gasping, gasping, trying to breathe Sputtering, choking reaching for airCrashing, thrashing limbs everywhere;It’s feeling the whole world closing inVision blurring, darkness descending. It’s being sure that many endings are near:Of wanting, of livingContinue reading “VERSE | THE ANATOMY OF HOPE”

VERSE | THE PERFECT LATTE

She bubbles and she frothsShe spills over on the table clothShe frolics and she playsMy steaming mug of latte Voluminous creamy lace Hiding her caffeinated faceHer heart swells in youthful gleeOn the table in front of me.I read; wait a while; turn a pageIn latte time, it’s already middle ageThe lace is tattered, burnt skinContinue reading “VERSE | THE PERFECT LATTE”

OPINION | FAITH

Faith: more and more, a tenuous ideology as it has traditionally existed. Increasingly, we are seeing how conventional belief systems are becoming less and less able to minister to the spiritual needs of believers at large. As our spheres of existence evolve, leaping and bounding into the digital age; as we progressively become part ofContinue reading “OPINION | FAITH”

SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two

Over the course of the last year, it had become a weekly tradition for Zubaida and Sikander to meet for lunch at a little restaurant near the Malik Art Studio. There were a handful of safe, soul-restoring places around the city that Zubaida frequented as much for their therapeutic vibes as for their practical purposes.Continue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One

This story may be read as a continuation of an earlier piece of work titled The Sins of Our Fathers. You can read that here: https://theroamingdesi.org/2021/06/09/sins-of-our-fathers-part-one/ Zubaida looked at herself in the mirror as she always did before heading out of her one room apartment; straight into the eyes of her reflection. She passed onContinue reading “SHORT STORY | MISTRESS OF HER KISMET – Part One”

SHORT STORY | KEEPING THE FAITH – Part Two

Angela had planned their final exit from Mall Square with dignified efficiency, helped as she would be with the gracious support of her long time friends. But sometimes, the best laid plans can get washed down rutted roads that one has not seen nor ever imagined. And so it was that one after another, herContinue reading “SHORT STORY | KEEPING THE FAITH – Part Two”

SHORT STORY | KEEPING THE FAITH – Part One

Angela was married to Dilshan, and one was hard pressed to find a more incongruent union that had somehow also withstood the test of time. So at odds was Angela’s marital partnership with everything that defined her now that she herself sat back in puzzlement over it sometimes. It was not so much that theirContinue reading “SHORT STORY | KEEPING THE FAITH – Part One”

VERSE| WE, THE WOMEN OF PAKISTAN – Part Two

This is a tribute of determination, hope and new beginnings not only for the Pakistani women, but for all the heroic women around the world who are speaking out and standing up for themselves against all manner of cruel and brutal patriarchy. It is also a testimonial and a resounding voice of support for thoseContinue reading “VERSE| WE, THE WOMEN OF PAKISTAN – Part Two”

VERSE | THE SHADES OF LONELINESS

I’ve seen the colours of lonelinessI’ve seen their moldering facesI’ve seen them fill the keening voids Of our broken, scattered places.It’s the grey of the sky just before it descendsIn blinding cascades Of granite and slate While waiting for that one special friend of the heart Who’s gone an infinite distance apart.Gone forever; not comingContinue reading “VERSE | THE SHADES OF LONELINESS”

SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two

It had been decided. Zubaida would be given to the fallen girl’s family as retribution for the crime. An eye for an eye. Rab Nawaz had no family of his own so his brother, his next of kin, would deliver on the blood loyalty. For Haq Nawaz, there was no land to give away, noContinue reading “SHORT STORY| THE SINS OF OUR FATHERS – Part Two”