Innocence of a soul-taking creature is getting dim,
The world around us is a part of doomsday,
This is going to be more complex and intolerable,
As much as the so-called politicians and bureaucrats make fun of us,
But despite that,
We shall be...
It was a quite pleasant evening with an unending essence of hopelessness. Mahi was drained and unable to reply her own self. It was about 6 p.m and the breeze was blowing gently, carrying a soulful fragrance within it....
Once there lived a skeptic man, named Xenos from about 1566 in ancient Ethiopia. During childhood, he always listened myths, specially Greek myths from his grandfather. Xenos always saw his father worshipping gods, having same bodies and images as...
"Naazul, I cannot believe how lazy you are becoming day by day. Leave your phone, pray isha and do not forget to recite Holy Quran and Ayat ul Kursi before you sleep." shouted my mom at me at an...
"Some books are to be tasted; others swallowed; few to be chewed and digested."
The English philosopher Bacon's call to deal different books differently is thought-provoking as there are books about love, war, traditions, culture, traveling, history, technology but what...
Stranger
Balochi Poetry: Pazeer GM
English Translation: Nabeel Armaan
Tis life
Tis servitude
Night's color is the delightness of walls and streets
My feet are detached from my wheat skined land
Stranger come here
Moving where
Will you not bind the salt of river with your throat
That it...
It was afternoon when he was preparing to leave for bus terminal. The weather seemed brokered by clouds_ the clouds which cried to water the land, the clouds that enhanced the love of landlord towards his lands by producing...
“Fearlessness is like a muscle. I know from my own life that the more I exercise it the more natural it becomes to not let my fears run me.”
This is an epic story of first Baloch girl who is...
An empty house
seeing no light within
Knock knock no replay
Only cries of disappeared man's hollowness
A house with no spirit in it
knowing well the one inside
abandoned it
Disappeared from a long time
With no replay no traces
Loneliness of the house narrating a tale...
The places I have seen hunt me
The girl with the anklet in her feet,
Wants to dance her heart out
But dust followed her
with chains of slavery instead of anklets in her feet
Her fate give her the dusty border
red with her...
