Author Archives: S Obaid

When we hurried to bury the flames of our desires,A few sparks were left un-doused…They bloomed into roses,This frigid city has since been high on raging colors and fragrance.

In this city of feelings, we have all become writers with no one left to read.I have memorized word by word each story I wrote.I read it to myself in times when I can’t feel.

In the wake of silence just close your eyes to clearly hear how far and deep the melody of your life stretches. And when you can find the whispers, the laughter, the sobs, the cry from the past and perhaps the trumpets of future, Recognize you only have the present. Let the candle inside ofContinue reading “Wake”

From soul to flesh to whole we are… in transit, Like imagination to reality to eternal we become… in transit. In search of light, we push through dark in transit, In presence of light, we cease to appear in transit. What seems like a long haul route with static facade, Look out, Not around toContinue reading

How far did I come…? Sometimes I ask myself, Why? Leaving you along with some very cherished days, I decided to go out alone into the lanes of unknown destinations. I saw land and water together merging to form a faint canvas of your creation. Countries, oceans just went by without showing any boundaries. ThereContinue reading “Metamorphosis”

The mist of past is lifting Someone wants me to see There may be a new day breaking Gold and crimson is set free Did I say I past many oceans Many mountains did I see Though eyes remained forever closed Gold and crimson did set free With paper thin divisions And passage wide andContinue reading “Unsaid”