The River That Forgets by Fatima Zahra
“I have been here before, but I do not remember why.” The river stretches before me,...
Read MorePosted by admin | May 11, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
“I have been here before, but I do not remember why.” The river stretches before me,...
Read MorePosted by admin | May 3, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
The crisp water rides its way up the smooth sand and then retreats, leaving a unique foam I...
Read MorePosted by admin | Apr 29, 2025 | Blog, Hand Picked
Does anyone care for Romance any more? Laila and Majnu, Sohni and Mahiwal, Romeo and Juliet? Film...
Read MorePosted by admin | Apr 17, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
ventnor city, new jersey in the long stripe of setting sun, at the hour...
Read MorePosted by admin | Apr 15, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
It starts- My footsteps enter the rose-garden, it withers with every step...
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