Gaash

Born in a family of artists, where his grandfather played Saran and his cousin was a professional singer, Suhail’s entry into art was, but, obvious. The only twist in the tale was that he did not try…
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Roads don't wind rivers don't hum, Homes so stark, with no hearth The sun sets straight into the earth, Like a funeral, without a shroud, And not behind a mountain Nude and bloody, Obscene Skyline is…
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Damp curtains are undone Fatigued hours curtailed Those failed To quench the flames Veering to devour one, exonerate anotherPearly moonbeams caress fellow white palms Enmeshed in embossing a crimson…
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On 31 July 1986, in the Towheed Gunj Mohalla of Baramulla was born a child who studied engineering only to end up becoming a poet. Elder amongst two brothers, the journey of Ashfaq Saraf as a poet…
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I planted a cherry tree Four seasons back In a morose rain Pelting sharp upon nimble naked boughs And rows, of wild berries Running amuck in an unruly strain. The tree is a full bloom now Of white…
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It was a cloudy day and the drizzle had already started. People huddled inside the warm blankets in the spring of April to escape the untimely cold. A woman left her cozy bed, despite being ill, and…
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I always feel uncomfortable and a lot edgy whenever I find myself scratching the groves of my mind, probing across the jumbled web of memories recalling the moments I have had spend with those who…
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