Merak Magazine

Feroz Mohamed

Feroz Mohamed

Feroz is an ardent reader who decided to write. Holds an associate in psychology on the side.

COVID and Social Stigma

“COVID has divided people.” “One meter apart you say?”. When have we ever been that close? People have been vaguely apart since years. Corona has just depicted it– visually repelling each other based on race, gender, cast, language, etc. You…

Disappointment, Rage and Other Emotions

Anger is one of the 27 human emotions amongst which is also one of the 6 distinct ones, including happiness, sadness, fear, surprise and disgust. Our emotions are interconnected. That statement may be a little confusing or unacceptable, but you…

Do Motivational Books Really Motivate You?

After contributing years into reading fiction and autobiographies, I finally thought of giving non-fiction a chance. Until last year, I have been dwelling in this misconception about non-fiction, that they are written by authors just to sell their opinionated values,…

Pinnacle

I stand by a wicked smile. Holding grudges over desert lines. Gods being menaced by moths and flies. Veils fail to save when the evil dies. The golden snowy showers from above. Sins can wait – This moment is euphonious.…

A love in Paris.

Don’t let the light touch this darkness,In the subtle dust of dusk; settling in the distant moon. The footsteps and the blister of love. What makes Paris beautiful. March ahead the serenade of the sleepless fountain. Singing to the chorus…

A Sedated Stem

The creeps of chill down the spine,As if a tarantula ran through my back, With pain and struggle I threw myself –Of my comfort. The vision flickers – AndA headrush kicked in.Looked around for cobwebs andAnd the empty ceiling corners. The…

Fidget Spinner

The curtains danced as the fan swayed against it. The entire room was empty without a noise, except for its motor. His feet were cold. His eyelids shuttered with the seconds of the clock. The ashtray was filled and he…

Paper Boats

Turn me in to a new page, Write me a million words, Scribble a thousand times, Until you have the perfect line. Fold me in to scars, Build me onto an origami, Bring me to life again, Until I can’t…

Annihilation

I hear the casket close, Shut tight for one last time For my face to be forgotten Or to remain within someone. I hear the footsteps approaching Like gravel sand sliming through heals High as I go in the blinding…

The Only Twilight

The fear of losing darkness is called light. The fear of losing a touch is called lust. The fear of losing a smile is called laugh. And the fear of losing you is called love.