So go in peace, be free, be kind.
When he was handing over the money to Naimuddin, their father, Kalam silently cried, holding Dholi’s neck in the yard.
When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?
1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you
It was actually a bit of a relief to sit on the terrace of the Gezira Pension and have a quiet breakfast before plunging back once more into the traffic of Cairo in search of a carriage to the museum.
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
“The roads are too clean. The sun is too bright,” she thought.
Sumedha replied with annoyance, "I will make him say the words. It's so simple, 'Apni kemon achhen, bhalo?' Why can't he say it?"
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
The only way they chose to do this was probably written or imprinted in our genes–a wild frenzy of carnal expressions filled their faces.
Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.
That was the first time in my life I’d smelled charred meat. I could tell it was different from the kind you’re supposed to eat, and my mother had to hold me as I threw up violently on the side of the street.
For once, can love look like a Sunday morning; filled with warmth, calmness and motionless?
What happens when your desire Lies in being alive?
Lacerating the unfortified,/ Picking at the flesh for bad blood to find
Bury your feet where its green And when the air is thin you will see
His five sons/ Were killed and the books...
The beast bellowed below Mushfiq’s bedroom window, propelling rushes of tingles within him. He smiled.
She’s as real as my meandering/ As tangible as tinkering.
