The Boy with One Eye

If someone calls you insane or dissident or strange, it is just that they are half blind

Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They always smoke and drink. They live with many women. They are nasty creatures and governments hunt them.” The boy looked sad. And...Read On



Tales of Alfadur

The Bunyan Tree, Butterfly and the Traveler

When he was in the land of Indus, Alfadur lived inside a banyan tree in the form of a small butterfly. He never went searching for flowers and never wandered the land and glided on the breeze like ordinary butterflies. His only companion was the tree, the wide, vast and ancient banyan tree. The banyan tree was near the holy river of the Hindus, where the river met the sea of the Arabs. The...Read On



Let Me See if I Still Can

This poem is inspired by fear of being silenced by our own silence.

Let me see if I still can, Utter my words the old-fashioned way Write my stories at the old desk Speak my language Eat my own food Drink when I want Sleep when I want Engage any ideology for the heck of it Love until my limbs ache Cry until morning Wake up in the middle of night And scribble down my feelings Dance and do what I Cannot imagine anymore, neat on the streets, Early...Read On