A diary entry: rain and clichés

Since the last two days, it’s been raining in Karachi. It’s a certain kind - rarely soft, and mostly loud. It brings with itself thunder and lightning, slams down onto the metal roofs, crashes its way into houses that are too weak to resist the constant downpour. A day ago, my family – all four … Continue reading A diary entry: rain and clichés


27th December, 2007

Memories I - https://ilsarazzak.wordpress.com/2016/04/09/memories/ Memories are ephemeral – I just finished a reading for class tomorrow titled “Pakistan – Democracy After Islamisation”. It presented its own summary of Pakistan’s history, a timeline that was slightly amusing but interesting at certain places. Events kept unfurling, events that I recalled from the pages of my Nigel Kelly … Continue reading 27th December, 2007

On Writing and Not Writing

I miss those days when I would sit in front of my screen, and words would string themselves together, and I would just write. Write my heart out about anything, and post it on my blog, and see the views gather really slowly. I would just be delighted to see that a few people had … Continue reading On Writing and Not Writing


No matter the wreckage, my mother's always there, With warm milk and a dollop of sweet honey to soothe my bruised heart, And I get scared every day that she cures me - Will she leave me helpless with a mouthful of forevers? _______________________ The above four-line poem was my submission for a contest held by Spoken Stage (https://www.facebook.com/spokenstage/?fref=ts). I … Continue reading Ammi

Pantoum – Writer’s Block

  She inscribed letters on to the page, The curl of her a, the bend of her n, They brought reminders, Small, nostalgic ones.   The curl of her a, the bend of her n, Formed phrases and sentences, Small, nostalgic ones, They filled the blank pages.   Phrases and sentences were formed, All in … Continue reading Pantoum – Writer’s Block