Nostalgia

By Z.G.Muhammad Something eerie was there in the zephyr- yes the morning breeze that blew across our city; it sang...

By Z.G.Muhammad Sometimes, for ‘angelic pureness’ of our times, I start believing that we were children of the medieval times....

By Z.G.Muhammad Sitting in the window of his workplace with lenses as thick as magnifying glasses in steel frame tied...

By Z.G.Muhammad Our childhood, in many ways, was the antithesis of William Henry Davies famous poem‘Leisure’ in which he laments;‘What...

By Z.G.Muhammad The City of Ships’ to use Walt Whitman’s line, ‘proud and passionate city! mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!’ was...

By Z.G.Muhammad On my landing in the metropolis, the city I had dreamt about visiting and living in during boyhood,...

By Z.G.Muhammad Someone has said it, and said it beautifully ‘everybody owns a piece of Marine Drive’; it greets everyone...

By Z.G.Muhammad Someone to my delight sent an anonymous poem ‘Bandra Meri Jann’ to me on WhatsApp. The amateurish poem...

By Z.G.Muhammad Time ticked by, I no more felt lonely in the maddening crowds of the metropolitan city. I no...

By Z.G.Muhammad Instantaneously, on my arrival, in February 1983, I had fallen in love in with metropolitan not only for...