The music danced over the surface of her snow coloured skin. Her eyes, as of a wolf who stares into the horizon with curiosity upon a prey faraway from the devouring canines. Such thought that humbles a wolf and makes it look innocent. Those eyes blinking over lips, pink as smudges of twilight that embrace the falling sun, force you to believe in one longing sight that falls on such beauty. A sight that makes you trade your very existence for it.
‘You have to go through all this.’ Sarah loved saying that to people, ‘Perks of being with me.’
‘I never objected that.’ He replied watching Sarah recline in her chair. The same chair that has been a trademark of every office, with steel legs to support the uncomfortable leather seat. Continue reading Fucking Besties!
Most of you must have read this masterpiece. I won’t write much about it in the review as we all know that such naration of magical realism can’t be explained but felt. Though the critiques have been generous with their comments over the fast paced timeline with many slow details but overall it’s a wonderful experience to read it. I’m open to discussions!
‘I feel suffocated.’
‘Of what?’
‘Time, I suppose.’
‘How can you be suffocated by some medium. I mean time is a medium.’
‘Yes! And it’s not on my side. Not right now.’ Continue reading A Dialogue Within
‘Why do you suit yourself with such filth? You know that such women have God’s curse upon them’, he was asked.
‘If God has put her in this state and he bothers to curse her and not the lustful clients, then, she must be special. I find God in her!’ he replied.
There are an infinite amount of books with unfathomable sea of words pouring out of them. We all have read many such books but there are only a few that can be related to our lives. Irum Zahra’s ‘Psychaotic’ is a book related to poetry with little toppings of sweet prose. It successfully stands out to be a great collection of poetry because of the bond that this book develops with the reader and gives a serene moment of soul surfing. Not at a single moment, while reading, anyone would develop an impression that this book is written by someone else. It turns out to be a rhyming and rhythmic story of our own personal lives. Psychaotic touches our hidden passions for tragedy at first by cherishing on its aftermath. It then moves to pain, both emotional and physical. A unique taste is served here by giving both perspectives of pain; when it is inflicted on the victim and then finding the joy of sadistically throwing it back to its origin. Themes of love and its evolving stages are beautifully explained along-with a narrative on different perspectives about such themes. Psychaotic slowly engulfs the reader by providing the comfort of feeling and connecting to each word and emotion written in it. Indeed a great work by a very talented poetess and writer.
