Badee Uz Zaman

In the heart of my hearts no lamps of hope glow; who cares? The pearls of frustration deck my pillow; who cares? The vultures of mayhem...

"Everything is written nothing more to write" Conflict is a bag of cliché; a rhetorical sight. I'm stitching torsos with mismatching heads, The limbs fall apart, when...

They don't call me now; Have they forgotten me Or abandoned me here In the silence of this room? This is my room? What are those hangings? I never hooked...

The hoarse breeze Waits not, For the needles of clock To conquer another digit in the dial, Before my unholy wish for life Is slathered with another layer of...

My every attempt to fill The tainted silhouette of betrayal With the pious dabs of fidelity Was slaughtered acrimoniously By Winter's inimical smiles. I called you many times, If only...

In Spring, Amid stretched meadows, under the canopy of turquoise sky; These herds of trees; short and tall, All lined up to receive, Their...

This unendurable chill, Troubles unending, My (already) frozen spine, the twitches incessant shaking my limbs like Autumn beaten pale leaves: are not the result of any barbarism, Blatantly orchestrated by mad...

In the deafening silence Of frozen scary nights, When my unruly river of emotions, Flows over the bunds of tolerance, I sell my innocence...