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The Flickering Humanity by Yasir Majeed, First Year

Tuesday, May 31, 2016 / BY KELS
When the darkness prevails around, I stumble, I fall to the ground  When the evil cuts me deep, I try to stand, even if it is steep, My Humans, they have gone astray,The peace, it has faded away, I hear them cry, I hear them scream,Alas! This hatred has crushed my dreams, When my flowers wither,When the pain runs deeper, My Humans, I rush to save you,But the darkness, you let it consume you! I...

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An open letter to every human heart that desires happiness - Nabeel Ahmad 1st Year

Wednesday, May 25, 2016 / BY Unknown
Do you ever lie awake in bed for countless hours? Your eyes piercing the ceiling, thinking what happiness is.No matter how hard you try or whatever you do happiness doesn’t seem to reach your doorstep. You might have money, fame, power or beauty but you wonder why you still can’t taste happiness. Oh dear brain, like the masses you forget.You forget that these things don’t guarantee happiness.The key to happiness isn’t wealth,fame, power or a...

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RUST AND STARDUST- Aqsa Abid, 3rd Year.

Sunday, May 22, 2016 / BY Romesa Qaiser Khan
His dreams, goals, desires and ambitions All dumped by some ruthless traditions And when he tied a knot on his hopes Fate crossed, burning his golden-ropes And then he wore a shroud of silence ...

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Fleeting Moments

Sunday, May 22, 2016 / BY Unknown
Aliza Mushtaq 1st year MBBS Three children, two being twins; a brother and a sister of age 9 ,and, another aged 5, a very innocent child with two side pony tails; each of them trying to be the unimpeachable hooligan, being firmly shaded into the delusion that she has a regular appointment. All three very far away from the awareness of the thinned and being thinned further fragile line of the fleeting moments; those little...

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Ramblings by Ali Haider Jafry

Wednesday, May 18, 2016 / BY KELS
I love travelling by rail, particularly at night. Maybe part of it stems from the wanderlust borne unto each one of us by the curiosity that has served to define mankind’s very existence on this rounded rock that we have greedily come to call our home. Maybe it is a consequence of the aura of tranquility tinged with chaos that pervades me every time I step foot on a railway carriage; surrounded by bustling men,...

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Rust and Stardust (Ahmad Jalil)

Saturday, May 14, 2016 / BY Ahmad Jalil
Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE Blood was dripping from his body as he staggered on the footpath. His clothes were torn and filthy. He reeked of blood and vomit. His eyes were swollen, partly from the beating and partly from hours of crying. It was late in the night, probably after midnight. There were very few people roaming around at this late hour, none seemed to notice his condition as they walked...

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SIACHEN-A Play for the Love of Soldiers by Siddika Allahdad Tarar, Second Year

Wednesday, May 11, 2016 / BY KELS
Siachen, a play based on the highest battlefield with the iciest weather comes to Lahore with a warm breeze.  This play by Dawar Ahmed is another masterpiece of Anwar Maqsood's unparalleled and emphatic writing skills that is packed with punches and witty satire.          The play revolves around the rank and file defending their borders at a height of 20,000 ft. and brings out the human side of the war. The play starts with the soldiers bidding  farewell...

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Haiku by Hnia Usman, Fourth Year

Tuesday, May 10, 2016 / BY KELS
five minutes back I've set my clock so that time can not beat me for once like mist on a moor the world revolves around me cold, distant, unreal once I was success soaring high among the clouds now I plummet down the morning calls me every day without fail I never answer ...

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The Mistral by Hnia Usman, Fourth Year

Monday, May 09, 2016 / BY KELS
I have roamed the earth since time immemorial, slipping between the receding shadows at dawn, flickering dimly in sunbeams that choke through forest canopies overhead. I have heard the wind sing sweet and musical hymns, which taste of salt, by the sea, seen it roar with rage in its wild turns, ripping out trees from their roots. I have heard the sound of rust, gathering with age in places long forsaken, its soft metallic whisper...

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A BEAUTIFUL GIRL- By Abdullah Masood, Final Year.

Thursday, May 05, 2016 / BY Amir sulman
 Through tumultuous times a plenty Through seas and oceans of despair Rejoice heart because you are free Rejoice mind for you are alone She was beautiful. That’s all I remember now. A beautiful girl in a dismal world. Friendships often begin in the strangest of places. We met somewhere in the in-between, a half real half fantasy. Was it an illusion? I have difficulty recalling all of it. Was she real? Or was it the idea...

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