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… Read More...
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,
Skyline is… Read More...
Damp curtains are undone
Fatigued hours curtailed
To quench the flames
Veering to devour one, exonerate anotherPearly moonbeams caress fellow white palms
Enmeshed in embossing a crimson… Read More...
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… Read More...
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… Read More...
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… Read More...
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… Read More...