shoaib rafi : Writing

I dont know what to call it. Confessions?

I dont know what to call it. Confessions?

A Poem by shoaib rafi


I used to drink my pain away,but nowadays, I don’t have a coping mechanism at all.I just sleep.I just sleep whenever I feel like my world is fal..
Offerings

Offerings

A Poem by shoaib rafi


I offer u-Myself,my summers and sadness,my days of heaven,my explicit surreal sexual satisfaction,my untold bleeding words from eyes, ears and tears.I..
An Afternoon Rejection

An Afternoon Rejection

A Story by shoaib rafi


As I was having coffee this afternoon while sitting at the table, I looked outside. The tree in front of our house was swaying with the gentle breeze...
Eternal Monologues

Eternal Monologues

A Poem by shoaib rafi


I wish I could write down everything, Eternal monologues in the darkest corners of my mind. About my existential angst, About the constant urge to..