The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.Speech at County Meeting of Bucks, 1784 It doesn’t rain here, it pours the sky basks in limitless red assembling each night beyond the sound of deafening birds. Every day, a gulp remains in my throat, that you’re not here and I could not take …
Author Archives: Ubair Fayaz Fazili
Ennui
The other day I saw news of a 14-year-old publishing successful books over a virtual platform and by the looks of the covers that the books portrayed, the fonts, and the design gave me the impression that the books she wrote held considerable position given it was such a highlight. Throughout the world, unlike us, …
Quarantine #3
Saturday, March 21. Listen, the world is not ending anytime soon, while you sit by and watch the rain fall tirelessly into the depths of empty streets, strangely you’ll feel at ease. This isolation should be imposed on people regardless of the state the world is in. I feel maybe like me, some might feel …
Quarantine Letter #2
Dear friend, The days are getting longer as the sun learns to bridge the distance between itself and the Earth. The sunlight has its way of becoming warmer and there are no sunflowers in this place. I don’t see you waking up like your usual self if I’m being honest, your hair is dry like …
A welcome song
Wherever it is that you are/The soft song of your exile/Is echoing in this country. Its loudness resounding/as the chiming bells of grass blades/slicing the rain for your voice. And the man toiling on end/ without no one to pay for/he described his pain like this:The moon eclipsing the sun/a scarring black shadow/that erases your …
the knocking is a serenade
At night; your men are armed to teeth/ the timbre of their boots outside my gates/ a proposal past. A river; the rock split into blood and /thorns seducing their way out /miserable gaps of solitude. The dogs; rising to the occasion/ pouring their vile hatred of you/ signalling your imminent arrival. The house; your …
Letter to Myself
Dear Friend, All deaths seem unfortunate, even the one’s that are well needed or that are unwilling to pass on. It may be needed if torment is all you ever felt or were kept from a liberty that you longed for so much, begged for. It is a disguise often told that some things are …
Log 14th July 2019
Kashmir has been uneventful as ever lately. The summer isn’t going to stay long and before it even began, it rained pretty often for the month of June. Every now and then there are subtle showers that intermingle with the sunlight, their presence concealed as they hit the baking hot surface of concrete, or soil. I …
Log 2nd April; Tuesday
Log April 2 The idea is to live through this and don’t let it feel like a denial in the end. The idea is to exhaust ourselves and realize that we were never too far or too close to something ideal or recuperative. The idea is to sweep it under the rug and call it …
Log March 31st— Sunday
Yesterdays’s sky was the most blue. It was a perfect Sunday. However, I had to leave to meet a friend, Faiz. I met him before I left for Delhi; there was never a right time to meet him after I came back. I have been going to college for three weeks now and I’m already …