Hiba Aamer

By Hiba AamerWisps of sound rise and melt in the air, The high and low stresses, the articulatory stretches; Linger, vanish, manifest, proliferate – digest. A humming note strokes the whims of a heart, Through tapestries of tingling blade of tongue, It slides into existence and existence it wears till it obliterates. Wisps of sound rise and melt in the air, Like Chinese ring … [Read more...] about Wisps of sound

“Every man is charged with 30 minutes of age,” declared the queer forces in the old man's dream. A dream enamored of some degree of reality, splintered as the old man opened his wizened eyes. A sense of hope swept like wind, in the misty horizon of his hazel pupils. Tossing and turning- the bedridden grandpa ventured across the globe; searching for mysteries all stark and … [Read more...] about When age and life collude

The ongoing Independence Day celebrations have introduced a nostalgic sense of despair and maladie du pays in the atmosphere of Pakistan. On 14th August 1947, our wise and resilient elders strengthened as one unit to make a difference for their coming generations -they founded  Pakistan! However, this was not a piece of cake for them. They had to go through loss, bloodshed and persistent turmoil … [Read more...] about The youth does shine but in merry blight

Attention Mister! You, with your aimless praise This sheer ostentation of your ardent gaze In no way does it caress my heart’s bays If time as you say was unending This pretentious love’s state shall always be unbending In tides high and low, this act shall remain pending How helpless is a man when he is instilled with infatuation His lust is far greater than the bloodlust of … [Read more...] about To her famished amour

Locked in the tallest tower; my alter ego and I, Immersed in a fierce dispute of who is better than whom, One is calamity, the other a plethora of comforting lies, A placid melody and a lonesome cry, A yearning to live and a longing to die, Imagine what it’s like to have both at same time? And so years pass but their conflict continues, One must fear the amount of hatred they … [Read more...] about A battle looming within

I like the calm of night, When raging silence flutters, Bestowing me those hours of insight I like the calm of night, When every tick of the clock Awakens within a melancholic delight For at night I tread on lands of my reverie, I escape the harrowing paths of reality, And what is reality but a figment of one’s mind? It is within what you so eagerly long to find I … [Read more...] about The night confesses

People are enigmatic, but they are also the most artistic creatures residing for centuries on this planet. They are artistic in their subtle mannerisms, artistic in their demeanors, artistic in the way they have evolved over the course of time and artistic in how they have mastered the art of idealism way before they were even aware of the term “idealism!’ Out of the arms of history and amid … [Read more...] about Concept of heroic ideal in primitive and modern epochs

To run, leap and spring about in the fields of reminiscences To break away from present sorrows To feel the feelings a bit too much To touch a dazzling hibiscus and cringe with epiphany To rise, twirl and flutter high To balance within rivers of blessed dark but glow in the moment's spark To sit still while thoughts wander into the valley of unthinkable tangle To … [Read more...] about Recovery

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to open a café door and stumble upon all those people you have created in your imagination? They could be the reflections of all those fictional characters you have been secretly reading about since your grade 6th days. Perhaps they are the scintillating stars of your reverie, gradually floating down like autumn leaves from the mighty cloud nine. Have … [Read more...] about Colliding realities, colliding hopes