The Age of Perfect Illusions

The Age of Perfect Illusions

By Guest Writer [@FelicityAndElixirs] Dear all not-so-perfect humans, Do you remember that Snow White fairy tale that we all used to love in our childhood? If not, let me give you a quick summary. It was a story of a woman who was reminded so very often that she...
A Tangent on Death

A Tangent on Death

The world was torn asunder with war, plague, famine and utter loss, so I decided to sit with myself one day and write my own eulogy. I decided that whatever I was going to write about the dead me, the me who was no longer on this earth, was going to be free of poetry,...
When The White Man Shot Him

When The White Man Shot Him

Picture Credits: Hassan Talal Tiwana (Twitter @hsntalal_tiwana) When the white man in the dark uniform shot him in the heart, many little things flashed before his eyes, things that were dear to his heart, things that were not things but entire segments that made up...
On Trees

On Trees

If trees could speak, I wonder how much they would have to tell us? I wonder how many humans they would have spoken to, how many weary a traveler that rested under their shade would have emptied out their hearts at the bottom of their lofty barks. I wonder if the...
On Pain

On Pain

Pain has a strange way of healing you. Strange, isn’t it, how the entity that hurts you, heals you. That the very thing that makes you shed tears, wring your hands in despair, curl your toes, and that shoves a ball of barbed wire into your throat for you to...
On Lies

On Lies

The lies we tell ourselves are often a reflection of our innermost cry for help, the one that rarely ever has the chance to become vocal, to escape the crevice of our mouth. If these cries for help were to ever make way outside of ourselves, out into the open, we...