The R Word

The city I call dead After getting admitted in COMSATS institute of information technology, 1.5 years back, I could still remember my happiness to study in a university ranked top in BCS and located in the heart of capital. I never knew the fact that my happiness will fade away and soon I will be missing the city famous for pollution, over population, theft and blood, yes I mean Karachi. The above mentioned terms are just few qualities that are given by the people of capital to my city, Karachi. I know that my city may had some defect yet the people in Karachi are all living. I could still remember the night of my flight to Islamabad when me and my friends were roaming on the streets of Karachi around 2.00 A.M in morning and yet didn't experienced the dead silence I experienced on the roads of Islamabad at 10.00 P.M. Landing on the airport and traveling all the way from there to my University I saw a clean and well-built roads, planned settlements, and green fi

Ruthless, is one word that explains my personality, parting the comforts of home I chased the discomforts of hostel. Giving away the shade from sun I took to run barefoot on searing land. The belief that my dream bring into being residing away from home made me zilch but a heartbreaking ruthless spirit. Chose neither sun nor shade, my feet never stayed at one place. I kept on running to my dream, I made my self my own messenger ran to the illustrious seven seas yet , there is a draught within my heart. That divan of mine and the cold sea breeze lurks my way back. That honeyed tumbler of milk and the frosty water all questions my shadow where is that cold-blooded me. How this selfishness of mine that I have forgotten old love of mine. Envisioning myself as a free man, free spirit, perceiving myself as a storm of wind, then why have I ended   within myself only. Chose things to do alone, defined myself as a running entity, looked inside me for happiness yet I  couldn't  fe