The following poem is dedicated to the 132 children that were senselessly murdered in cold blood on sixteenth december, 2014 on the grounds of Army Public School Peshawar, in Pakistan by terrorirsts who had barricaded the school from the inside. 131 boys and one six year old girl, by name of Khaula, laid there lives … More Gold and Green (Of real blood and sacrifices )
Our complex human society is simply a cluster of people with immense insecurities being ordered to live together and that, too, harmoniously. but in the end, due to our detestably weak resolve, we formed a system of anarchy that even persists in subtle forms, to this day. People have their preferences and therefore these preferences … More Control
Playing with sunshine..
I will see you tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Then suddenly never, Because you have forgotten me, Because you are gone and never really were there, Just a dream, mere imagination, But I still want back, The time when I had a, A tomorrow and forever to look forward to, A blissful infinity, never-ending, The … More Goodbye (Death after death in living)
Birds soar across the sky. The horizons turn from gentle shades of blue, to raging peaches, to soft purples and finally they are ebony glittering with the stars that are thrown carelessly across them. And beyond these horizons lies something so infinite it is beyond our comprehension. So we wait, sing loudly, walk proudly, dance … More FLYING
Gather the rain the sun the clouds and the beauty of it all. Take it in a breath, in a glance . One sweep of the eyes to make these ethereal durroundings yours. For now you think of how other worldly this place is. Is it even real or is all this an illusion, a … More Somewhere
my broken dreams lie, In my hands like shards of glass, Making my fingers bleed, I rest my head on the floor, o how cold dark and damp it is, thinking of the days before, Before this night shadowed my life, Of the days when my wings beat, Beat through the purple sky, waltzing through … More Paper wings
Paper Boats 