By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh Who is this woman in the mirror that looks back with discern? So what if she had in a life too many heartbreaks for one four roomed heart, why does she look at my beauty with contempt,…

By: Aftab Yusuf Shaikh I have forgotten my umbrella; Not that I am irresponsible, I was going insane That was possible, The deafening thump of The hundreds of rain drops, The loud crack of clay, and The timid lightening That cracks…