Posts by: Muhammad Shahrukh Khan

The Amethyst

By Muhammad Shahrukh Khan The typical misty evening as per routine – as usual the burning fire at the corner was letting off a dozen of flickers of fumes, that fell cold afterwards. Loud voices and cheers of limitless ardon besieged an open ‘dhaba’ in the way. Some talks were…

In: Stories

Pride – A Vision of Zeus

By Muhammad Shahrukh Khan Am I herculean by myself? Am I immortal? Definitely (maybe)! And I have an eye, on anything it be. Let’s put a monstrous laugh! Let me embrace you in my arms! “Your opinion and mental price. Is it really worth it? Off-springs of yours are illegitimate”!…

In: Poetry

Curvature of Life

Curvature of Life, a poem by Muhamamd Shahrukh Khan At 16, she smiled, I was a bud of shyness, Exceptional was reply as I turned away my face, What was I thinking? At 25, she kissed her groom. I was a stud of failure, Exceptional stare with a squint face…

In: Poetry

Lessons I Learnt from First Year of University Life

By Muhammad Shahrukh Khan Given below are the 7 lessons I learnt from university life: 1) People are not mature or immature; they are either sane or insane. 2) First impression is never the last impression. 3) Everybody lies. Trust people anyway. 4) Grouping is not for friendship; it’s for…

In: Opinions

Close Your Eyes

By Muhammad Shahrukh Khan, Dow University of Health Sciences Fugitive and illusively wise; Colors of her soaked in dyes. Hours when no one rescues twice, In troubles and gambles she burst and cries! Just then, close your eyes; And play with the dream that lets you retry. When words become…

In: Poetry

I Met My Love after 7 years! – A Postlude

By Muhammad Shahrukh Khan I met my love after seven years, When my life had finally changed its’ gears, Frozen like statue; my reaction was never clear, Either recall my haunted past with fear, or welcome the babe with holy cheer, or sit idle and do nothing but stare, Her…

In: Poetry

Just Another Aimless Guy, across the Bridge

By Muhammad Shahrukh Khan Image source: travelpoint.com In the silence of dazzling midnight, escaping from the chaos of a third world order country. The place where crowds of lowest caliber hassle to fill in their tummies, where the strings of inapplicable restrictions sew the lips of about 90% of psychopathic lunatics, slumbering…

In: Stories