Here’s a girl to be protected. She stays indoors, chopAnd keeps the house with her mother instead of school, chopThen she blooms, her body, heart and soul turmoil, shhhh! chopSoon she’s told to hide her vanity, a curtain bears her down, chopAnd led like cattle from her father’s pasture to another man’s, chopHere like her … Continue reading Chopped
My city was not like this from the beginning. During my father’s youth it was not prosperous but blooming with potential, a must-see spot on a bohemian world tour. The decay of the city was a gradual affair. If it had happened all at once someone would have called foul. Like always, it all started … Continue reading The trouble with my city
If I were not a masterpiecehung on a gilded frameon a textured wall,performed on stage, larger than life,read in a thick hardcover, decorated with intricate designsadmired in fine weatheron a bustling square,A glourious flame setting alighthundreds and thousands and millionsdecade after decadecentury after century,discussed and written about valued by patrons, celebrated, I'd rather bean anomaly … Continue reading Flicker if not a Flame
Jigsaws are, The best kind of puzzles They can be solved in infinite ways. A few pieces adjusted And the damage is undone No mistake is eternal No consequence a threat As more pieces come together You see the bigger picture Your judgement gets better The decisions get easier But what are you doing? Comparing … Continue reading Puzzles
Fables have always attracted me. Simple characters giving a complicated message. I have made an attempt here. Hope you find it interesting as well as thought provoking. Once upon a time there was a colony of ants at the edge of a beautiful orchid that gave fruit all year round. It was a large colony … Continue reading The Imposters
I am a person, prone to self doubt and hesitation. I take baby steps and reel at every falter When I ascend, I don't look up to the summit I look down to the dizzying depths I've scaled. My heart, not elated but overwhelmed, Weighing me down compelling me to stop, Impelling me to comfort … Continue reading Poem: Self-Doubt
Though I have not update Heartbeats in the City on the blog. I am working on another chapter. The problem is the more I write the more I have to commit to a single storyline. I have always been bad at making decisions. I am one of those people who take a long time to … Continue reading Going nowhere so far.
Our conscience helps us distinguish the right from the wrong. It is the little voice that urges us to stop when we are about to do something wrong and also, the little of lump of guilt that settles in after we have done it. Where does this come from, this magical compass that guides our … Continue reading Conscience guides us all.
You make a sound; you make a wave. People drown you look the other way. There are consequences to your actions, but do you care? Your wings are strong you spread them wide. With the surge of wind, you’re in the sky Do you turn around to see whose left behind? Its harvest time your … Continue reading Poem: Empathy
The Pakistani culture is all about relationships. It’s about what how well you get along with other people and what you can do for them. Even business is done on the basis of relationships. As for family life, every issue is discussed and dissected and no one can take a decision without advise from an … Continue reading From us to me and back