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Infatuation (دللگی)

He was standing in a long queue of people; when suddenly something got his attraction. There was a girl sitting round the corner, that girl had her hair spread on her face while some of them were covered under the hood on her head, she wore no make-up and had an ordinary face. She was sitting all alone with headphone tightly plugged into her ears while she kept her eyes onto her laptop’s screen. He was pushed from behind as the line moved ahead, he kept on moving but wasn’t able to remove his gape from her. He saw her moving fingers on the keyboard, he saw her muffled smile, he kept on gawking on her partially covered and partially spread hair. He could see her eye brows and how their movement was tickling the small strand of hair lying on them. He forgot his purpose of standing in the queue. Her appearance glued his eyes to her. It appeared to him that he was right in the middle of a storm and there was no escape. Maybe he didn’t want to escape when suddenly the storm it...

Siachen - A review

Siachen, the highest battle ground on earth presented in a comic and emotional satire by KopyKats under the direction of Dawar Mehmood. The satire is penned by the Pakistan most famous satirist, Anwar Maqsood. The play started with a climax and then moved towards the flashback where the families of the soldiers are shown bidding farewell to them while they depart to Siachen. The story then moved to the life and difficulty faced by the soldiers at the highest peak. The play has many moments where audience are left speechless with tears in their eyes due to the emotions depicted in the scene whereas at some places the audience were made to laugh to tears due the immensely comical dialogue. The play is a between comic, emotion and has the Anwar Maqsood touch to it. The play is well directed, the director had tried his best to utilise the entire PNCA hall very effectively. Each scene had immense detail in them and even the part of the stage that were not in spotl...

Intoxication

I am sitting around a hay of people, around them many write poems about their lost love and some write poems about what they see. But I never understand how can they claim to be intoxicated in love when they use marijuana to get intoxicated? They say their words describe them being intoxicated in love when all they write is because they are intoxicated in drugs. If it’s love what they intoxicate about then how is it the drug that make them high? I say i am intoxicated by love. My love makes me so much intoxicated that i need no more of any other intoxicant for me. Why would I need any intoxicant ? Intoxicant is for those people who wants to forget their present and get lost in some other dilemma. Why would i need it when I want to stay the world where my lover breath. Yes I know many say we get lost in intoxicant because we want to assume being in love with that love but when we get intoxicant then our first love is nothing but that intoxicant. We became known on it. The drug bec...

No more

Come hug me once more Maybe there exist us no more We got all time with us now Let me watch you all I want now May be I have no  such chance more Maybe there exist us no more Let me come close to you May be its the last time I come to you Let me come in your arms dear To break down all in tears Eyes may not be able shower love more Maybe there exist us no more

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, ...