the lost art

reviving the lost art of story telling

Intezaar – The Wait

and admirers whispered sweetest words but you never did yet another lifetime gone Painting by Shirish Pandit More art by Shirish Pandit: Pratiksha – The Wait a touch of crimson

a touch of crimson

and he claimed her with a touch of crimson in place of vermilion tears of kohl trickle his pledge to return bound by blood *** when at last he returned but not as she had imagined she tied a crimson ribbon on his casket, protesting a broken promise

Pratiksha – The Wait

The Wait

Wistful

Sharing this painting by my daughter Alya Kassam. She also writes just as beautifully.

blurred heavens

a night when the gods appeared blurred heavens intoxicated with fermented nectar and angels danced till dawn

Silver

every silver lining .... A photo I took several years ago. Complete the caption if you wish :)    

Defiant!

Stood defiant in the face of history Each brick cemented with a memory Whispers once shared in one tongue Which anthem shall now be sung? *** Thanks to Liaqat Ali Vance for this photo and to @LahoreMore for sharing it on Twitter and providing inspiration for my poem.

Moon Light

I captured the full moon on Friday night with lights and then when we had a power outage

Lal Shahbaz Qalandar

you may try to silence sound but you could never still vibration you may make us shed blood, tears but it will only flavour that essence how shall you mute us? how shall you abduct the rhythm in our anthem? each explosion only lends itself to the reverberation yes, grief is selective yes, mourning is … Continue reading Lal Shahbaz Qalandar