On Writing (1)
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. ~Franz Kafka My two biggest problems at the moment according to Mr K, is: a) Logic – He, she, action and so on.b) Overwriting.
Author Archives: Shubnum Khan
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Sometimes
On quiet nights, when the wind whispersin my ear I sigh,like pages that flutterand throw dustin the air Oh, I feel ancientsometimes. An old woman in a young woman’s body,not experienced, Justold and sometimes, tired
The Taint in the Paint
He didn’t say wait for meand she didn’t say don’t go Together,they let each other slip away
For the Rainy Days
On rainy days, when the mud splatters my hemand leaves dampness in the carpet andwetness in your eyelids know that, I do it for the sunny days to come
Why I Love You
I love you Because you smell like nivea cream when I kiss you good night and I love you Because you sing phool thum hai bejha for her in the evening
Doors (2)
Knock Knock “Leave me alone,” says the girl with her ear pressed against the door.
Doors (1)
Knock Knock “I’m not in.”
Album of Emotion
Pasting pieces of historyis dangerouswhen the glue becomes too sticky, and even with tacky fingersnobody really learns
Working Extract 2 (Onion Tears)
Everyone has a secret. Everyone is hiding something. Hiding thoughts in their mind. Hiding smiles behind their hands. Hiding fear in their laughs. Hiding people in their backseats. Everyone has a secret. Everyone is scared of being discovered. The child with the smashed tea cup on the floor shivers when […]
Cotton Wool Tongue and a Hollow Voice Box
I want to say, say sayI want to say what you want to hearI want to hear what you want to say But, the words turn to ashon the tip of my tongueand I swallow. Ash-wordstaste like dry bitternessthat stickin the throaton the way down
