Monthly Archives: February 2015

  1. Painfully yours

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    06/02/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    She saw it in his eyes And wept for him. She felt it in his touch And hid from it. …
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  2. A Woman Spurned

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    06/02/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    I wore my mask and followed Her. Forever naive, She never turned around To see if I was Following. She …
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  3. Hope and Other Losses

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    05/02/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    The night was not dark. How could it be when A battalion of filament bulbs, Hung low from long Serpentine …
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  4. To Hoomsoever it may concern

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    03/02/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

    Firstly, if you have not read Em and the Big Hoom then please read it. If you don’t even intend …
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