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When mind wanders, heart wails, art heals & soul speaks

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Unsettling self-talks

Misfit. You're a misfit among all the people you see around while you walk through these corridors. These conversations; these groups of friends; you'll never be a part of them. Envious. That could be the only explanation as you become... Continue Reading →

Chronic fatigue 

Your face looked like someone who has been through a lot. and no, I am not referring to the wound on the right side of your forehead; a red bruise, almost new. it was your overall expression: the overarching gloom,... Continue Reading →

My friends 

My friends are all good in my head. Never failing to amuse me, they talk to me about stars, about life & it's suffocating bars, about invisible scars, about injustice & wars. And then, there's another one named conscience. It... Continue Reading →

Unuttured words

Sometimes all I want is to speak, to let out the heaps of thoughts piled inside me throughout my existence. But when I open my lips to do so, somehow all the words betray me. Like your very own cells... Continue Reading →

Mental health

We go to the gyms for fitness or walks in the park, to enhance within,the physical spark. We go to mosques & churches to rekindle the connection with our God. We go out with friends & family, and socialize hard.... Continue Reading →

Fall // a photo diary

Last year, it was Fall when I moved to Canada. Every thing inside me felt like the leaves withering away from the trees. But, God, all of it looked so beautiful; the colours, the rustle , the whole aura of... Continue Reading →

Karachi x Rain

​Lately you've been high on rain. With your streets flooding, Traffic jamming, Children splashing, And electricity playing the hide & seek game. And that joy is permeable When your dwellers share The visuals of blessings Which the clouds above you... Continue Reading →

Beholder’s Beauty 

Old newspapers, outdated clocks, Handmade cards, seashells & rocks. Burnt letters, antique books, Brush strokes, stolen looks, Carefree laughs, barefoot walks, Warm tea, 3 am talks. Purple skies, starry nights, Heavy rain, fairy lights. Some make a list,some make a... Continue Reading →

Oh hiraeth! 

  All cloaked in black, It peeks from behind In the dead of the night In the silent car rides In the laughter of their faces In the endings of moments. And it seeps & crawls slowly In the pores... Continue Reading →

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