Baskadia

MY BEST PART

A piece of writing about the person I admire and love so much, and I'll really love for her to know how I feel...

Obsession

025 This couldn't be love, a pure feeling that everyone wanted to have. This isn't affection of a lover, but a shackle of an agonizer. Those intense eyes and stares, followed each movement with glares. Those protective gestures, were not of a gentlemanly manners. That feeling is empty, like a void paper treaty. It'll only look one sidedly, a feeling that will end in tragedy. The tales and folklore knew it all, it wasn't love but a pitfall. A dark desire to imprison, to own someone's beacon. It w

The Blind Old Guitarist

037 Along the dirty pavement of an old city, where each dark alleys are covered with peasants begging for alms. The blind old guitarist were cramped in the corner most of the alley, gently strumming his worn guitar, creating harmonies to get some dimes. The melody travels along the cacophony of voices, masking the reality behind the poor and dark passage. The music lives behind the curtain, overlooked by their velvet and silk dresses. T'was a horrible reality where poverty is their entourage. Th

Qasida

It's about hazrat amam Hassain ع