Look below
Your balcony window
And pretend you don’t see
The river of blood
Flowing beneath
A pleasant reminder
Of sins of people past
Of innocent wronged
And women burnt
Of children slaughtered
And animals enthroned
And don’t you see
The trees ablaze
With the devil’s fire
And the heads that hang
From the stars
Insted of gardens
In your yard
You have acid
Dripping form the skies
And it drips from your eyes
When you try
To bleed into the river
You created from your deeds


They said it is youth
That has brought them close
This phase better pass with age
Or God’s wrath would soon ensue

They said it was childishness
Gone out of control
When they caught them exchanging
Secret rendezvous

They said it was foolish
To think such love would last
Such lovers don’t get to live past
One playful night, maybe two

They said it was the demons
Allowing such trangression
When they found smiles transfixed
Upon bodies left entangled

Of two men in love
Gunshots on each head, guns in each hand


You see her one day all alone
In a coffee shop, her mouth is sewn
She is making rainbows in the air
While choking on lungs of stone

You see her next day, walking
Upon lonely paths, humming
To the songs of the clouds above
As they pour out all their suffering

You see her next week up close
Her face is drenched in remorse
She had split skies and made stars bleed
And emptied oceans of all their stores

You see her now beside you
Her smile is wide and no longer blue
Her thoughts cured from venturing
Into a land where no sanity grew


Slice open your chest
With a rusting blade
And rip out
Your blackened heart
Pull at every sinew
And shred it into a million pieces
Yank at all the arteries
And squeeze out all the blood
And the pain that should follow
Would still not equate
To what a picture of a five year old does
Sitting peacefully in a chair too big
An ambulance made for grown-up bodies
Filled with children too young to know of grief
Indifferent to their bleeding bodies
Too dazed to weep or to speak
Or what the scene of an infant does
Lying face down in the arms of the sea
Sleeping an eternal sleep
Dreaming of dreams
more promising
than reality
No pain you inflict
Upon your worthless body
Can measure up to the silence
That screams like blaring sirens
In your face, when you see
What we’ve done
To God’s beautiful country

Survival of the fittest?

The human mind: an intricately woven tapestry of logic, forever baffling the onlooker with such casual majesty. The more one tries to unravel its pathways, the deeper they find themselves trapped into this labyrinth. Just a few sparks running up and down invisible cells, in terms of physics. Just a few hormones holding together the fort of sanity, in terms of chemistry. Creation at its finest, in terms of religion.

Doesn’t it steal your sleep every night then, just thinking of what it is capable of? Everything we do–everything our brain commands our vulnerable bodies to do– is for the sole purpose of better survival. Struggle for existence is what we have evolved to master. Survival of the fittest is what nature has ensured, ever since the beginning of time.

Then how does a perfectly healthy person go into self-destruct mode? How do the same chemical messengers that keep you sane, turn their guns against the body they are supposed to be serving? How do the same electrical impulses convince the mind that the world would be a million times better without them in it? That the feeling of despair would leave once you start slitting your skin? That intoxication is the answer to all problems? That death cures all infliction?

The same brain producing the hand-jerk reflex, should your finger contact fire, is now telling you to jump over the cliff when you’re on a family trip to the mountains. The same brain that stops you from eating moulded food, should you get ill, is now reluctant to move from in front of a truck advancing towards you while you’re crossing the road. What snaps in the mind to think that the body it serves is not enough. Not fit to survive. What makes it refuse any struggle to exist?



How does it feel
To have nothing to feel
A numb heart
Torn and scarred
But no pain to remind you
Of the past
A battered brain
Tired of Thought
With no will to start
All over from the start
Hands only working
To scratch at the scars
Or creating new ones
New additions to the art
How does it feel
To breathe but not live
To exist in such bliss
Yet yearn for the mist
Blind to all sound
To need but not want
To look but not see
How does it feel
To be free


A rather healthy way of procrastinating an upcoming exam is looking up conspiracy theories, which is exactly what I was doing when I stumbled upon this video. It’s about a certain modern Flat Earth Society, that is dedicated solely to promote the idea of the earth being disc-shaped rather than a round ball as we know it.

Now in this age, if someone comes up to me and tells me, that all that we’ve been taught about the earth being a sphere, is part of some global hoax meant to keep locals in the dark, then I would gladly label them insane. And that is exactly what this group of sceintists believes to be true.

I mean the earth is a sphere, right? We’ve seen the satellite images printed in our textbooks; the laws and forces all conform perfectly to a round earth, and all the physics makes sense. But then what drove these brilliant scientists to dig up an archaic thought, and present it with such unwavering confidence, to a world made to believe in the comfortable thought of a spherical planet? Did the thought ever cross their minds that they could be easily proven wrong or become the laughing stock, just like their predecessors?

Of course it did.

If you are a science student then you will know that a theory cannot be called so unless it can almost (if not completely) justify/explain the situation or activity at hand. And here’s the thing, this theory can eerily explain everything that happens on a spherical earth as it would on a flat one.

The Flat Earth Theory cannot be proven wrong…if you’re using the right assumptions.

The day and night cycles can be explained by assuming the sun is also a disc that’s 32 miles in diameter and only a few thousand miles away; and that an “anti-moon” exists which would explain lunar eclipses. The pull of gravity is justified by considering the flat earth to be constantly moving up with a speed of 9.8 m/s. And these are just a few of the suppositions for a disc-like earth. No matter what phenomenon you throw at them, they will find a way of justifying everything and anything.

However, some explanations are actually absurd and often created on the spot to solve one problem while completely disregarding the others. But this does not at all mean that the theory is falsifiable. The theory, as crazy as it may sound, cannot be proven wrong.

Imagine you are in outer space moving at a speed that is close to the speed of light. As you increase your speed, you will realize that your entire life has been a lie, because the earth would emerge as a flat plate-like disk less that 20 miles thick.

Let that sink in.

To the human standing in Karachi, the earth would be a rounded mass. But to an outside observer traveling as fast as light, earth would be as flat as a plate. This has to do with the mass, length and time variation with the increase of speed (cue Einsteins famous Theory of Relativity). Ignoring all the calculus stuff, here’s the long story short: If you speed up enough to approach the speed light travels in, then the objects around you would seem to change form. They would appear to you longer and having less mass, even though in reality the only thing that has changed is your speed. The only change was in the obsever’s (in this case, your) perspective.

So if you look at the earth from the eyes of a bored super-advanced alien species, sitting at the window sill of a super-fast spaceship, looking upon our fragile planet, Earth would look like just another planetary disc in space. But if you look at it from a human astronaut’s perspective, who has successfully orbited our majestic earth, while being clung to a satellite moving at the humble speed his/her body can bear, Earth would look like a huge ball of transcendental revelation.

Which brings us to this question: is everything we perceive through our flimsy brains actually real? Or is it just a mere illusion, a projection of comfortable and believable thoughts, differing for every differing perspective?








Tears dare slide
Down rosy cheeks
Only weaklings weep
Where is your mask?
Put it back on
This is your face
Caress it
To cry is to feel
And to feel is to fall

Straighten that neck
Nose in the air
Fire in your eyes
Rod up that spine
To bend is to beg
And to beg is to fall

Perfect that walk
Not a walk, its a dance
Dance, you are a swan.
Suitors line up
Look how they chase you
Let them crave you
Then break their hearts
To love is to cede
And to cede is to fall