An Ode to Karachi

Nov 26, 2002

The city thats alive in our dreams

By night

With smiles

As we dream

, the city of lights

the city of our heart’s plight

The shape of our tears

The direction of our fears

Numbed over time

Our needs take heed

But there will always be a glow

A burning light

a warm blow

that utters in the depth of our heart



, we long for you

that lives in our dreams

where monsoon flows

on a Chand raat

or an day, or a rainy day

or any day when no one dies

when murderers and victims can breath the air

And not kill or be killed

when there is no

no prejudice amidst sects

no tears do flow

of the mother for her son

and no blood runs

on the streets where once was

of our dreams, maybe unreal

Yet its present in our dreams and our fears

Laments of the days gone by

Only in our dreams, doth it survives

lingers...reminds

makes us happy...makes us cry



the city that died a long time ago



the city thats alive in our dreams