Because people give up by now, Wiping off the mopped floor, squeaky clean, marble white I reflect. Painted the windows white, walls red, no bloody stains here. Furniture is white, matching the windows, Dining table round and of pine, This is where I dine, They say 1 day at a time. Because people give up […]
Shabnum Khanum is a poet, writer and an IT & Marketing Professional. Born in a faraway town of India she has closely looked at the life in both its freedom and inhibitions. Her above piece is a result of that observance and she continues to affect the life of those around her to hit them with reality time and again without disrupting their worlds. Apart from this she is an avid runner, reader and social activist she now writes actively for various women issues fervently among other things. She has been published in various magazines and journals. Her chapbook "The Violent Veins" is up for release in February 2017.
I have always wondered about religion About mine, about yours, about everyone’s I have wondered where the Gods went And I have wondered about the ones still in making I have wondered why I feel angry sometimes When someone talks against My God And I have wondered why my best friend now sees our religion […]
That drenched uniform with sand water oil mud and blood, That pair your size 10 boots polished and sewed, That hat of yours with medal and stars The paper scribbles unreadable The time stopped watch of yours My long lost earring, I have found And pictures you said that you had lost I found them […]