Prose
The Scar is Where the Light Refused to Leave
I carry the silence of my father in my bones. He was a man of few words and many wounds. He never taught me how to love—only how to stay. He stayed through storms, heartbreaks, and cancer. He stayed when his body gave up but his eyes still held the sky.
By Ikram Ullah9 months ago in Poets
Life, in Stolen Moments
Life, in Stolen Moments — a phrase that captures the beauty hidden in the quiet, fleeting seconds we often overlook. Life isn’t always lived in grand achievements or loud celebrations; sometimes, it unfolds silently — in a passing glance, a whispered memory, a moment of solitude.
By Tahir Mehmood9 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Side of the Moon
No one noticed Mira. Under a sycamore tree that blossomed late and shed early, she sat on the same bench in the university courtyard every morning. She sketched faces she never dared to meet, listened to delicate jazz in one earphone, and lived in a tranquil orbit.
By sazzad hossain9 months ago in Poets
