Monthly Archives: April 2014

  1. True Lies

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    19/04/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I jogged my memory To dig out one Single event that I knew didn’t exist. But the forlorn look On …
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  2. That vile meandering thingy…


    10/04/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    It is easy. It takes a smile and a Coy glance and I am taken. I know it. I could …
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  3. Splatter me dead!


    07/04/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The sky was in its best Attire; Of grey, yellow, orange, Red and a dying fire. The Sun lay afloat …
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  4. Tears


    07/04/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Have you ever met a man who wants to cry, But is cursed for his sins to stay dry? Have …
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  5. De-recognize the BJP!

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    07/04/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Originally posted on KAFILA – 10 years of a common journey:
    The BJP has been clamouring for the de-recognition of AAP for its ‘anarchism’ and its lack…


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