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

Archive for the ‘happy’ Category

The Karachi Bedtime Checklist

December 21, 2012

You’re dead beat from a long day and not really looking forward to the next hectic day, not because you hate your boss but more so because your boss hates you. You’re done surfing through all the 87 useless channels your cable T.V operator provides you. You check facebook one last time on your not […]

The rope

September 28, 2012

The past was fiction. Future is imaginary. It is the present that is alive. And that is with you. And that is where I live. I want to live in the present all my past and future. You ask me if my stomach churns or my heart skips when I look at you? Even more […]

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. […]

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 […]

il rumore del fiore di carta

September 19, 2011

From the chatter of the kids I hear the bugle playing. A xylophone assists the sadness. It’s almost like they’re soul mates. The nylon strings of a guitar join in. The bugle seems to feel the change. It makes me feel the change. They are all in sync. In rhythm. It’s an equilibrium. The bugle […]

In you I find my Autumn

September 5, 2011

Winters remind me of the time I used to sit on the bench in the park. The cold wind was bothersome enough to make anyone uneasy, but I remember covering myself nicely and comfortably in my leather jacket; a scarf around my neck and a beanie over my head. My feet would still feel cold. […]

Doors

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 […]

Perfect imperfections

April 1, 2011

I built a memory treasure. I knew I would need it. I buried it, but I didn’t burry it deep. Not deep enough. It had been several weeks now. The feeling was still pretty much there. It was there to stay. The deep, heart crunching, stomach cringing sinking feeling. I knew I would be going […]

February

February 7, 2011

Play in the background while you read.

Day walker; again.

May 29, 2010

It took me a while but I had finally chosen the tie I wanted to wear to work today. Some might say it shouldn’t have been that difficult a decision between a solid blue and a striped green, but when someone’s going to work after a gap of two weeks, that too very reluctantly; it […]