Come, Relieve me!

So we are over the profusely humid pashakal, sawan, barsat or monsoon of the current season. I cannot recall the mid of an Islamabad summer to be as hot and humid as this one proved to be. I lost a few kilos in sweat, the hard gathered weight that I’ve been trying to accumulate through [...]

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The Dual Challenge — A Repost

Below here is the repost of a poem I wrote sometimes back. It has become quite a norm when we celebrate the independence of Pakistan amid the perils to the very unity of our dear homeland courtesy a plethora of internal and external threats. Yet our hopes remain intact to see the vibes of passion [...]

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The Glory Is Just One Step Away ..

We are bruised by internal strifes. We are down with the nuisance of militancy. But we are rising somewhere else, on the horizon of World Cricket. The world is looking at us with awe, with wonder. We are about to dazzle their eyes with the flashes of our talent. We’re about to lift the coveted [...]

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Pakistan’s Campaign In World T20

They were beaten badly by the South Africans in their first warm up game of the tournament but worst was to come later when they were trounced by the Indians in front of a packed Lords stadium, a match that was more than a warm up, a precursor to their further troubles against a desperate [...]

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The Blank Diary

To similize the protagonist’s life to that of an un-attended diary might not be an apt analogy, but the thought came when I looked at the blank pages of the diary I keep rather unwritten. I’ve been treating my diary badly for not sharing with it things that it deserves but the blame should go [...]

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The Old Lament — The Writers Block

Boundaries appear
and great walls stand tall
around my thoughts
to confine me from preying on words
and feeding the white sheets
for my survival
Unable to fetch
fresh food for thought
I’ll keep munching on
cliched words and phrases
scribbling the old lament –
the writers block,
hoping for the walls
to crumble, waiting
to inhale the air
rich in newer ideas
and write till the end.

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Internally Displaced In The War On Terror

Our house, the mixture of
mud and stones,
was feeble, yet it homed
our aspirations
in all the moods of life;
when the sun smiled,
or the clouds roared,
or the sky wept
or the winds howled.
It didn’t crumbled
with natural blows
but the man-made woes,
in the shape of shells
of metal and mortar
that over it fell
it could shield us no more
Survival took us by the [...]

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What I Like About Myself ..

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‘Self praise is no recommendation’ they say, but analyzing one’s positive traits does help one inject confidence in oneself especially when one is feeling down in morals. What if one finds one bereft of anything positive? But since I’ve been asked to state things that I like in myself, I [...]

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Candle-Life

Eager to erase
the gloom, I share
my wick with
a flaming match-stick,
and a fire engulfs
my very being.
The ordeal eats
me bit by bit as
I shed silent tears,
yet I’ve no fears
of the devilish dark,
for I can last till
the onset of dawn.
People will bask in
the light, come morn,
oblivious to my
ashen self.
A martyr who fought
obscurity will remain
obscure, unmourned.

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A War Within

Like the war-ravaged
world I reside in,
a battle-zone
lies in the cells of
my brain stretching to
the areas inside my chest,
where my role constantly
changes from a peace-maker
to an active soldier
to a mere spectator.
As if fueled by
an external beneficiary,
the trouble never settles.
Torn, whenever I try
to seek refuge
in a peaceful heart
I’m readily refused,
for strangers are
feared as trouble-makers.
Amid the failure
of all [...]

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