The Vision Melancholy concealed with guffawing, solitude hidden in mob, devilment obscured by smile, pain covered with happiness, fraudulence masked by reality and mortality shadowed by eternity. There exists a valance beyond which no ordinary eye can see. No one can see through this oleo through wisdom and intelligence. No customary eye can see through this. Few...
Life on the tenterhooks By: Amna Saeed Dr Ali Haider didn’t die. On Monday 18th February, He was murdered brutally on the streets of Lahore. With his 12 year old son. There is a difference, because what must follow his tragic demise is not just the grief of a tearful city but also the protest of an enraged nation. Then how is it that just 3 days after his burial the memory is fading already....
SOCIAL CANNIBALISM Being a child, whenever I heard the word cannibal, the image of a horrible tall wild man, dancing around the fire, catching humans, slicing them into pieces, drinking blood, laughing hysterically, came into my mind. But now eyeing down the situation, I just wonder, was that the real picture! Are cannibals only those eating human flesh! The answer is no! A big big NO! The silence of voices of those who dare speak...
By Afaq Sadaat When she moves up,My heart goes down,And says in its beat "I drowned,I drowned..!!"No boast,no show,she is all honey,She walks in style and talks symphony,And the colors she possesses in her sight,Her hair black as night but much more bright,Saber like her looks,her cheeks had a tune,Swift figure she possessed,her passions as june,Her smile is like sunshine,her height like a pine,Snow like her complexion,her eyes r heavenly wine,Thousand of questions circulate in my...
Written by: Amir Sulman (2nd year MBBS) I was murdered; I was murdered in my dreams. The ghost crept onto me stealthily and jagged my heart. Stabbed me when I was least prepared. COWARD. Unaware of the shadows lingering in my wake. I could not scream. The horrors of it paralyzed me. Mutilated, I lay there; they witnessed the act with silent faces. They were the characters in my dreams. I was dead just like...
Unsa Athar (1st year) ..A sandwich making competition.. AMAZING it would be so much fun man.. All of us were so excited. Our class teacher divided the whole class in 5 or 6 groups for the competition. The arrangement were made in two days. All the ingredients that were required were jotted down, the money was divided. Every thing was just perfect! And finally the day came. My friend, Z, and I were the ones...
As elucidated and celebrated for centuries, the offerings of life are myriad spanning from abstractness to concreteness. Abstractness which covers love, anger, peace etc. and concreteness which are the beloved, enemy, or even a four wall have an immense potential of transformation. Sometimes it is the love you revel in and at contrary instances you cherish the beloved, at one moment your impulsive anger drives you into formidable deeds like an enemy who always lurks...
(Note: Here, ‘I’ usually refers to the person reading it. It’s not an entirely personal article) Who am I? What am I doing here? Where am I going? These are the questions which haunt every human being at least once in life. Whom should I follow? How should I behave? What are my limits and what I am permitted to do? Who will guide me? When I was born, I was declared a “free man”...
Thou tomb of summer Vaulting its great might Threshold of sorrows Into view of end a bite Descending leaves fall to the ground, Twirling, twisting, round and round, Dilapidated souls- crunchy leaves Picturesque of thy might Dancing flames of fire Singing death even bright Beneath those trees rambles a man To succumb like summer seemed his plan He is walking on the autumn leaves Memories...perishing under his feet His heart deviod of blame and cheat...
By Asna Safdar Hiding in the shadowslurking stealthily in the darktrying to give a face tear strickenthe poor guise of hair in darker locks.Like a child up to savory mischiefafraid of discovery at every passing stranger's hand,not knowingthatworse than being caughtwould be the realizationof never being noticed.Not a single glanceas ifit were a mere shadowthat budded from andthe very next moment,dissolved into the same darknessleaving behindnothing but the mourning vapor of a breathwandering in the benighted...
By Afaq Sadaat (2nd year) When your days of joy are gone,Inside of you is sorrow grown,Blend of tragedies stir your mind,Events of sadness to which u r bind,Blows of beloved and memories of the lost,To which your heart becomes a host,Lay on your back and ponder,Some things will make you wonder,The light of future will brighten your day,And it will make you gay,Happiness will prevail all around,Harmony will heal the wound,So, If problems with you...
Standing alone in a crowd of people That storm in hearts was mere a ripple Staring at their Sculpted faces Hubristic,egotistic sheen traces Discerned the truth beneath their lies Saw the world with befuddled eyes Negated himself to prove them correct Yet in their mind he lacked "self respect" His fellow pigeons flew away His heavy shackles doubled this way With so much weight now he cant fly Giving up any further hope to try...
