http://slow.writerscafe.org/haseeb The original writings of author Khaaki en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991188 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Long have you been my universe, my haven,for long before I was ejected into wilderness...Sequestered in you, sound and borne,I long to be me when I was not born... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1357417/ Sober he arrives and dances at your doorstep,Every heart, wounded, dances at your doorstep.Soothing greets all who enter your tavern, butOh this awe! I take no chances at your doorstep.Enter I can’t, as rivals throng your gathering, butSteal, can I, a few glances at you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1357413/  Tofind a free home, away, the bird has flown,Whythen, do you whine, let it go on its own... In warthere is madness, vulgarity and passion too,Theriver full of blood does not flow on its own... Youtill your heart; you sow love into your soul,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1262817/ A digger... http://www.thekashmirwalla.com/2013/01/more-unmarked-graves-found-in-kashmir-total-6277/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1235517/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irom_Chanu_Sharmila http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1231545/ Ghazal, dedicated to Agha Shahid Ali... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1231539/ A lover in exile asks a traveler about his beloved valley of Kashmir. Inspired by Faiz. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1211967/ "The Algebra of Infinite Justice" is the title of a book written by Arundhati Roy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Algebra_of_Infinite_Justice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1170590/ As I am posting this, another prisoner in another jail has been beaten to pulp. Sanaullah, a Pak prisoner caged in Kot Bhalwal jail since 1999, was assaulted by Vinod Kumar and some other inmates. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1169272/ This night I see The clueless moonShining with scrutinyUpon the lagoonThe lagoon of my griefThe puddle of my tearsThe exile of my heart... This night I seeThe stars huddle Into shapes that I hearJumble in their heartThe flow of our destiniesIs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1147604/ My tryst with truthIs always ephemeralHaving lived a lieInstead of a lifeI and my soulNever dwelt in peaceBetween me and my soulBetween me and my belovedThere is this “I” The ego of this “I”Echoes hauntinglyIn the dark dung.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1147020/ Dreams fluttered by,Leaving a stuttered sigh,My eyes were shut,But my heart ajar...Wandering over and over,To where I was a child,When the sky was a canvas,And the clouds wavy tresses...Where the moon sang a lullaby,And the stars winked by.. Our treasures were,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1140145/ History they say,always repeats itself...In my homeland,Helplessness repeats itself...Our pangs never rust into grief,or sadness or bereavement...A new shot of agony, is injected shamelessly...Has India vowed?not to let our tears dry up..  This time again,They eyed him in the crowd,And shot him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1136842/ The noose is here, It always was.. Hanging loosely.. Waiting to ensnare any of us..  The chair has not rocked yet..And we can still breathe,Bound and helpless,And bound to suffer.. But all is not lost,One day my chair too will be kicked,And death will choke me..A paradox o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1135724/ The tempest makes me ponder,Over my love that liesyonder…Across the irksome river,Shivering with fury…And so weary,And withered is my ferry…How shall my heart not go awry!As I see the drunk riverroar by…My vows entice my spring,But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1089484/ Come O’ belovedHas not the hourarrived?Have you not heard?The sea calling out tothe sun…The birds chirping theirhomecomings…Come O’ BelovedHave you not seen?The sky dyedmesmerizingly  in the colors of duskand love…An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1088584/ Photo : Thanks Basit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/1053320/ this is the beginning of a series... It is about the changing times... Time is most precious, simply because it's not renewable! Every change is not for good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/840832/ I cannot remain,Infatuated with my self,Immersed in myself… I try to find,My existence in exigency,My usance in the universeMy place in this plot,Am I just a blot? Or will I embellish,The canvas of this cosmos…With colors of joy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/840629/ Prose Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/830690/ O'beloved,Icherish the night of separation,Withall its longing and despair... O'beloved,Thestars twinkle upon me, Andmuse amongst themselves...How gammonedis the heart of the lover! O'beloved,Underthe cloak of darkness,I rubsparks out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/785189/ Acolourless shadow,Followsme all around...Nothingis aglow,Nowhisper no sound...Noone can envision,HowI am bound...Theink does not flow,Andmemories haunt me so...Inever was a winner,Buti never seemed so lost... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/782307/ Independence,Can neither be fragmentary,Nor biased...It has to be total... The body is a slave...Unless the mind,Breaks its contours,And finds wings of freedom...Unless the heart,Removes the cloak of apathy,And beats with passion...Unless the soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/780952/ Happiness,Must be chosen,Among other ephemeral ardors…Everything is relative,Whether agitating or sedative…How do we define joy?Or even sorrow?As both go together,Not mutually exclusive,Complimenting each other…Light can be seen,In dif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/775888/ Inspired from Allama Iqbal's Kalaam... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/775066/ Life is to embrace,Every moment as special…Every moment as festive… Baptizing your heart,In the image of the wind…Soaring without contours,No matter which way,No matter how far… Carrying in your eyes,The spark of vivid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/772696/ Myinsomniac heart never sleeps,It’s myeyes that fall,Into thelap of slumber…An attic fullof aspirations,Where desiresare stacked,And dreamsare heaped…Some dreamsfade,Like dyingstars…Somepromise,To haunt meforever&hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/712845/ Crossroads              In the journey of lifeI see them                Not as perplexities          &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/708786/ IwaitFor my sun to rise,For my clouds to vamoose,So that I can feel aliveagain… I waitFor time to untangle,The twisted lines offate,Scrawled all over my hands IwaitFor the dawn,For the night to pass,An end to my nightmares&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/691094/ I never knew i could write... But i am learning how to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/688075/ Theangels watched;Asthe Hand of ProvidenceMoldedman;Fromscratch and dustThenGod drew a veil.Andeven the angels were forbidden,Towitness the Master SculptorBreathinglife into beauty,Beautytook a form,Theform was a woman… She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/686238/ i am scared... of death... of the helplessness associated with it... but most of all, i fear that i have done nothing to justify my stay on earth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/679876/ Inspired by Allama Iqbal's vision... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/658087/ just a prayer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/haseeb/552521/