Crushed and Alone I find my serenity In the fields You own, Weary and Vexed I search for repose In Your riverbeds, Gloomy and Depressed Your winds make me Catch my breaths, Blissful and Content I am nature’s descent!   © 2017 Soiba Tahir   Advertisements


He sobs And stares At his father’s grave, “You were right pop! At all times About everything Especially, About being a father! Now I comprehend What’s it like, To be a parent To a child like me!”   © 2017 Soiba Tahir


The mornings, When they would see each other Smile at each other Talk without talking Those delightful mornings… The summers, When they would just laugh The rest meant nothing Whilst one relished their moment The other just ogled and fantasized Those exquisite summers… The evenings, When they would savour their favourite meal And get lost… Continue reading Memoirs


There he was Testing her endurance afresh Like he always did He succeeded, And she failed her conscience again That’s how susceptible she was!