Wisps of soundon September 15, 2018By 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 […]
When age and life colludeon August 28, 2018“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 […]
The youth does shine but in merry blighton August 15, 2018The 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. […]
To her famished amouron August 5, 2018Attention 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 […]
A battle looming withinon July 30, 2018Locked 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 […]
The night confesseson July 26, 2018I 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 […]
Concept of heroic ideal in primitive and modern epochson July 20, 2018People 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 […]
Artiston July 13, 2018My hair grows into tangled knots And my skin grows rough and dull The sun rises in the summer sky But I hide in my room I hide from the light, the day and the sun Having an affair with my bed, that lasts till the dawn of night I rest amid stale clothes, stale […]
Recoveryon July 4, 2018To 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 […]
Colliding realities, colliding hopeson June 29, 2018Have 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 […]