They don’t have power? Oh of course they do. No amount of sugar-coated epics ever paint the true picture. Its not resilience. Its the lack of choice. Its like walking on the burning coal laid out on the street because there’s no other road. And you must walk. There is no bravery…

Joy never comes alone for me. It always partners with fear, or guilt. On good days, I smile with caution. In case my laugh lets out a sound, I sigh out of fear. I was taught, “laughter follows cries”. Happiness is scary, it accompanies fear. It makes you pace with…

When the pain finally vanishes, nostalgia hits you. It's such a deceptive thing. Nostalgia does not simply take you back in time but it reinterprets the memories and tells you that all that passed away was better than today. It does not remind you of all the pain. What an…

Why do I always have to end the beautiful stories the sad way? As we passed through the same street, I saw you smiling. Perhaps it was not at my sight. Perhaps you hadn’t even seen me. Yet little did you know I smiled too. I smiled at the irony…

نکال لایا ہوں ایک پنجرے سے اک پرندہ اب اس پرندے کے دل سے پنجرہ نکالنا ہے عمیر نجمی You have convinced me that I’m someone that cannot be loved as I am. The mirror does not reflect my own image. Instead, it only reflects the words you whispered each…

“I do not wish to be perceived” I say as I complain about being invisible at the same time. I do not understand this dilemma that I have in my heart. …

I think Hashim Nadeem summed up my entire existence up till now by making Parizaad say, میں نے ساری زندگی ایک نظر کی تمنا میں گزاری ہے۔ ایک پیار بھری نظر۔ کیا کیا نہیں کیا میں نے اس نظر کے لیے، جو مرد حقیر نہ جانے۔ کلاس میں اول آیا۔…

Photo by Lilly Rum on Unsplash She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells. - Dean Koontz There’s nothing that I find more pleasing than words. And perhaps, that’s…

’Cause in this city’s barren cold I still remember the first fall of snow And how it glistened as it fell I remember it all too well -Taylor Swift November has now unwrapped herself and let her cold winds out. I love winters because in winters I can wrap myself…