Libre Magazine

Words Written on Butterflies

Tanya got out of the bed while the sun was still asleep. She looked out the window; even the stars were lost in the dark. “Would I be able to watch sunrise today?” she asked her heart. She knew the answer but was afraid to tell herself. Mike, her husband was still in bed and [...]

Letters of a Postman

A postman Defeated a million times by the days of his own life Wrapping a stinky coat around his aging shoulders Sitting in a tired, melancholic post office Is thinking One can never forget the soft touch of someone’s hands Its been decades I used to write to her Sitting at the corner of a shiny night In that hazy glitter of a pointed [...]

Burden

He could hardly walk. He was carrying an unseen burden. His feet were heavy, as if there were a million passages clung to his tired shoes. His heart was heavy, as if a million sinful thoughts were stuffed into his intentions. His eyes were heavy, as if a million repentant tears flooded the gates of his [...]

Different Shades of Green

Of Nine Seconds and a Life

Victory was not made for him; he felt like a born loser. It was competition no 143 that he had lost. He couldn’t even make it to top ten. Seven years of work all seemed blurry and out of focus. His thinking process slowed down as he stood there on the sidewalk; holding a piece [...]

Yet Another Story

A Writer Staring at empty pages of his journal Is Thinking . I, whose feet only trod the nights, Until today, Have only been looking for characters For the stories I write In those silent sleepless nights On those melancholic paths I always took . Until today, everything Rain, Fragrance, Wind, Sounds Everything was just imagination Every dream was only to carve a new character for my stories . That writer Surrounded [...]

Tiredness of Love

I got tired of loving her For how long could I Cut my own passages and spread them under her feet For how long could I Kiss her falling tears away For how long could I Spread my smiles on her dry lips . I got tired of loving her Thinking, that now I would get my destiny, All by myself . I slid my path from [...]

Chapter 1: Raining Knocks

I sat in my chair beside the window, staring at a sad rain falling on old trees and fresh cut grass. The smell of old cedar was emblazoning the wet air, a couple of squirrels playfully dancing up and down a dark tree trunk, an old red color Jeep standing leisurely on that dirty path [...]

Chapter 2: Angered Stares

By next morning I was back into my old city; I had to take care of a few monetary affairs before I would take off towards a world that was forgotten by the people living outside it. As I was coming out of the bank, I saw a young girl clad in a light blue [...]

Chapter 3: Uncolored Lives

The word Thar means desert; and it stretches out as the largest desert of the country. There is a large Hindu population that has lived side by side with Muslims for centuries. Both religions have multifaceted yet intermingled cultural heritage and traditions. Family is a deep rooted institution where three generations live under one roof. [...]