I have lost faith I just think of themselves as shackles around my neck Why people say that we need a conviction We need it just for the displacement of fears My heart is in agony and soul disturbed I feel myself as I am in a space having nothing to stick to Maybe I am insane or I have become too conscious about things The...
Dear God last night I strongly felt this that you are not there anymore for me. Because I have been bowing and pleading since very long. You just give it a damn either I cry or I laugh. Only you are concerned is to the well-being of my enemies. How could I be so stupid that I have been...
Unlike The God of Small Thing , delved deep into the personal and psychological realms , The Ministry of Utmost Happiness, divulges fearlessly the "politically incorrect" records of the Indian society exposing the alarming rise of jingoistic narrative;the real cause of the marginalization of the minorities. Arundhati Roy's new novel, The Ministry Of Utmost Happiness,is a magnificent, looking glass mirroring...
Each and every year there are hundreds of millions of acres of farmland that are carefully planted. Agriculture has a rich history and culture of its own. Farming practices and the necessity of growing food to feed our world has made farming inherently revered as extremely important as it shapes the way entire communities shape their lives. Throughout history,...
Fashion industry has its own glamour and charm not only in Pakistan but also around the world, every youngster dreams of becoming a model. Every young boy and girl starts thinking about ramp walks or coming on screen from thier teens . Some of them become so much passionate about this field that they dont care if the concerened...
  I peek at you, you stare straight down the front of my shirt Tha usual slanted gaze To check out the size My teenage bosom 's rise The swing of my rear You'd give anything to hold dear All this much needed gear To become your wifey dear I see you making a mark The hues of my singeing skin Mustn't match the color of the bark My shins should be ideally...
In today’s society, where stereotypical and mythological stories and tales control the minds and hearts of people who, even in this 21st century, choose to live in the age of ignorance and willfully choose to keep the doors of their restricted brains closed so that they may lack knowledge and enlightenment sufficiently to prove their confined ideologies and yet...
Like swirls of smoke which team Like a whirling wisp of tea-steam Curling and waving its way up As high as it could be No halt no boundary shoot up straight like lemon grass Shuffle along like a cat in a trance Flimsy and free From the weight of dignity a wooing sylph on a spree Swaying its back erotically Without traces of qualms Stretching her ivory arms Half awake, with sugary...
The bright, golden sun blazed upon Ali as he swept the floor with a mop, longer than his own height. The flaming hot, dusty winds made his eyes shut and tears rolled down his plump cheeks as he was not able to work anymore. Ali worked as a sweeper in this art gallery for the past two years. Sadness took...
A few steps ahead, Lie the misty roads. Hidden by the shadows. Surrounded by Oaks. Then one fateful night, A traveler came. Of jewels and riches, Told extraordinary tales. What do you seek, lad? Asked the Elder Tree. A road to honor. The path to my queen. What do you seek, lad? Asked the Frozen Lake. A road to happiness. The path no longer fake. What do you seek, lad? Asked the glistening rocks. Love to enshrine...