My Cursed Kingdom
This is my kingdom, i am the slave.

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Hurtful sounds of melodic trumpets

August 17, 2012

A cigarette in your hand. I know it’s been long since you smoked one. Snugged between two fingers like you just took a drag, and then got distracted by something. Or someone. A dry leaf in the other hand; autumn it seems. Although it doesn’t seem like its cold otherwise, I don’t see a jacket. […]

Gangrenous thoughts

April 5, 2012

You are my cancer. You are my disease. You are a gangrenous leg, that is rotting and falling off, piece by piece. But not falling off fast enough. The gangrene is crawling up slowly but surely. It wants to take over me. You are an injured limb, an injured limb I don’t have the courage […]

April of us

January 31, 2012

The only memory I had left of you were a stream of words. Words that joined together to make sentences. The sentences arranged themselves into paragraphs. The paragraphs aligned themselves into flowing sheets of memories. They moved infront of my eyes. Swaying, singing, teasing. I would read and re-read. I would remember and re-remember. Back […]


September 5, 2011

After you shut the door, don’t look back. Don’t be startled by the loud bang. Don’t even think about turning the handle to see if the door would still budge. Leave it be. Don’t pay attention to the light creeping through from under the door. Don’t be distracted by the weaning and waving of the […]


February 7, 2011

Play in the background while you read.

Obsession of the unknown kind.

January 29, 2011

He was divorced. He lived alone. He had few friends. None to be exact. He was anti-social. He couldn’t care less if the neighbor’s house caught fire. Infact, he couldn’t care less if his own house caught fire. It was a miracle he still had a job. He hated his job. Truth be told, everyone […]

How to make it in Pakistan

December 25, 2010

Please follow these detailed instructions very carefully. In case anything goes wrong or you are left morally impaired or religiously handicapped, just die. If you are already filthy and ridiculously rich, jump directly to instruction number 9. If you don’t think you can ever be rich living here, just die. If you are willing to […]


November 16, 2010

Memories; we try to preserve them in any way we can. Our thoughts, pictures, places, sentimental objects that just lie on our desks; all of them remind us of different times of our lives. Sometimes you feel like piling up all those birthday cards and setting them on fire because they don’t tell the same […]

The last day of the world

August 29, 2010

I pushed the door open and made my way out of the cabin. My eyes blinded even by the fading light after several weeks of darkness. I could feel my eyes hurt even behind the sun shades. I put my hand up to cover them. I could smell the stench of the cabin on my […]

We tried our best to stop her, but the old hag still made it to 63.

August 15, 2010

A lot of people have written today I’m sure; about our independence, about our country, about our problems, and most of all, about the floods. If you ask around why we think things are the way they are in this country, some will blame our leaders, some will blame the politics, some will blame USA […]