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Thank heavens that time and tide wait for none. If they ever paused, we might never truly realise the beauty of memories.
My laptop has been a magical boon, giving me a space to gather and preserve my thoughts. I often weave these thoughts into words, hoping to create a little radiance, to brighten my world and, at times, someone else’s. In doing so, I also find a way to lighten my own burdens.
Whenever my thoughts turn frizzy and restless, I pen them down. Pen Sieve is a collection of such moments, poems that reflect my good and bad days, the tough and the easy, the thoughtful and the sensitive, the hazy and sometimes even the crazy.
So read along, rhyme with reason, and sometimes without. I hope my words resonate with you and strike a chord somewhere within.
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Afshan Shaik
I spend my days in a world of logic and structured lines, but I live as a poet by instinct - someone who writes not because I have to, but because my thoughts simply refuse to stay quiet. Somewhere between lines of code and lines of a user manual, and those quiet late-night reflections, I discovered that words can do what logic cannot. They can feel, heal, and occasionally spill over like unfiltered laughter.
I am an observer of little things, the kind most people rush past. Half a thought, a fleeting memory, a random 2 a.m. realization… for me, these aren’t passing moments; they’re stories waiting to be held, turned, and gently poured onto paper. My writing is a mix of chaos and calm, depth and daydreams, with seriousness sprinkled and a wink of playfulness.
If my mind had a setting, it would probably be "thinking loud… always." And that’s exactly what Pen-Sieve: Thinking Loud is, a collection of thoughts that refused to stay in my head and instead chose to glow, dance, and sometimes ramble their way onto the page. It’s my little jar of bottled emotions, some neatly folded, some gloriously messy, filled with hope, dreams, memories, and everything in between.
Through my words, I don’t promise perfection, only honesty. The kind that makes you pause, smile unexpectedly, or say, "Wait… I’ve felt this too."
This book holds a very special place in my heart, and I lovingly dedicate it to my daughter, Zaara, my little spark of magic, and to my family, whose constant encouragement and timely nudges helped turn my scattered thoughts into something beautifully real.
So, if you find yourself somewhere between a smile and a sigh while reading, know that you’ve just stepped into my world, and I’m really glad you did.
