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The Nostalgia

It all started with when I landed on the Islamabad Airport and got amused on finding it that even after four years from the day I left it has been able to maintain its name as Benazir Bhutto International Airport. Well I was pretty much aware of how the situation was at a Pakistani Airport and I doubt that it would have changed in all these decades so I avoided all the cabbies, who are in continuous search of a passenger to fill their pockets by their money by charging them a little extra owing to the fact that they are the so called “Airport k Taxi Walay”, and search for that one man who was there to pick me up. Javed, that’s what they say his name was. Neither did he knew me nor did I knew him but that board which had my name written on it made it very clear he was the one I was looking for. Well he greeted me, took a hold of my luggage and opened the door of the car for me. I also thanked him for his gesture and made my way into the car. After which he slammed shut the door, ...

Your Love

The world tries to touch me They feel its all they to whom belongs me. All broken from inside I roam stepping on my ash beside I laugh for the this world Its my inside that I cry for your world I want my tears out all for you Its your arms I want to sleep in dreaming about you Meet me once I again I say this to you again You were worthless for me You were the moments I live for me You left me in a way All the happiness left me that way It was always you to I belong It's your love that made me be yours for long Now all broken from inside Its your love for which I hate my selfside

Castaway

First time it happened to me, That I feel I am not me. I know you knew not about it , But all that I live is now about you(it). Morning, noon, evening all are with you, It's the night that I dream about you. You knew not a thing about my love, I never try to let you know my love. Knowing it all you may escape away, Important is you for me , Arik pain in love will (soon) cast away

The Sea Soldier

Human beings, biologically called as Homo-Sapiens, are species famous for haunting anything in their surrounding be it on land, air or even in the depths of water. They are blamed for making many species go extinct and our dear soldiers of sea, Mangroves are undergoing similar fate. Mangroves are various types of trees up to medium height and  shrubs  that grow in  saline  coastal sediment habitats in the  tropics  and subtropics . Mangroves make a special saltwater  woodland  or shrub land   habitat , called a mangrove swamp or mangrove forest. These swamp in turn protect the shores from high tides by acting as resistance and reducing the intensity. Moreover numerous fish use them as shelter and lay eggs in the swamps. Seeds collected from Sea In Pakistan, mangroves are located mainly along the delta of the Indus River (the Indus River Delta-Arabian Sea mangroves eco region). M...

Life @ hostel

February 3 rd , 2014, was the day when I entered a place called CIIT Boys Hostel, entering the gates of hostel changed my life. Leaving behind all my friends and family members I chose to live at a place where I knew I would have no one to relate with. Slowly I adapted the environment of the hostel and adjusted myself according to hostel. Having to spent the first semester at hostel was little difficult as everything around me was new. New people, new surroundings, new friends and most of all new city.   This semester was spent in trying and understanding the differences between home and hostel. Finally by the time I was able to make friends, adjust to mess food and came to know of all the pros and cons of hostel the semester ended and I was at home for almost 1.5 month. But those 1.5 month appeared less. I kept on wishing that my holidays should be more and that I should have more time at home.   But as we say everything comes to an end and likewise these holidays cam...

The city I call dead

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 Me

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'...