Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.
Faraaz KaziThere is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.
Faraaz KaziThe tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.
Faraaz KaziLove, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in between, and he decided he had lost, lost to himself, if not to her.
Faraaz Kazi