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Articles with tag: reflection

Color Me In

Maryam Piracha   Aug 17, 2007   interacts: 7

My eyes wander around her room – it is clean – each artifact carefully in place as if she arranged her coffin before she decided to die.

A Requiem for the Victims of 7/11

M B Qasmi   Aug 7, 2006   interacts: 5

As individuals we suffer and grieve and perhaps throw a few crumbs through a charitable organization for the victims or sometimes even offer our blood, but as a society we create conditions through our silence when it becomes a sin to remain mere spectato

Reflections and other poems

Alberto Ceras   Sep 28, 2005   interacts: 7

looking down ourselves look back
likenesses wrinkled by the wind
then lips to mirrored lips we drink
till no water’s there
nor images, nor we.



Jumbish

Samir Fayaz   Mar 16, 2005   interacts: 8

A conversation with a bus driver on a journey I embarked on recently...

Life

Feroz R Khan   Aug 5, 2004   interacts: 21

We live in denial and we gladly shoot the messenger with a new message. It is not because we are afraid of the message, but because we are appalled that someone would accept it. What we do not know makes us stronger and what we do know, makes us weak

Fishing

Temporal    Jan 19, 2004   interacts: 20

Thoughts strike alike the living and the frozen. Innocent or enigmatic: they provide the wind in sails, passion in emotions. The magic potion between irresistible dreams and impossible logic: thought. And thinking? One a wind and the other cloud?

Wonder

Omer Fayyaz   Dec 28, 2003   interacts: 4

‘I wonder how these stones reached here’, said the boy to his friend

Narcism

Imran F Khan   Sep 14, 2003   interacts: 10

he trembled in rage
in pride (poem)

My Beautiful Rizwan

Samina Rizwan   Apr 5, 2003   interacts: 79

Such was the overpowering presence in my life, of Rizwan - my husband, my friend, my soulmate, my shaheed.

A Day In The Bazaar

Sobia Aslam   Feb 3, 2003   interacts: 29

The young boy bumping into her made her mad, madder than she had ever been, but he escaped on his bicycle, grinning, that little bastard.

The Case For and Against The Satanic Verses

Subroto Roy   Dec 28, 2002   interacts: 33

Evaluating Diatribe and Dialectic as Art

The King’s Gambit: Chapter 4 (The Aviator)

Umair Raja and Omer Rafique    Jul 31, 2002   interacts: 32

The seventy-two year old Christian Palestinian was confidently sitting at the head of the most powerful group of Muslim men ever assembled

Whose Iqbal — Ours or Theirs?

Zafar Anjum   Mar 11, 2002   interacts: 182

As if I am the traveler as well as the destination itself

Wishing Numbness

Sharjeel Abbas   Dec 19, 2000   interacts: 25

No doubt it was you that lived in me

Peter Pan

Bina Shah   Mar 3, 1999   interacts: 4

In circles flow all the great rivers of our hearts

Full Moon on the Ganges

Rebecca R Kose   Feb 17, 1999   interacts: 21

Night time on a cremation ground, among the bones and the spirits.

His Beautiful Marbled Palace

Wasiq Bokhari   Jan 11, 1999   interacts: 12

Unfamiliar faces multiply in unfamiliar ways.

Incantation

Sheldon Pacotti   Jun 29, 1998   interacts: 3

Where intelligence can be enhanced with expensive pharmaceuticals, a poor boy needs an alternative medicine

Water Buffaloes

Shan Anwar   Mar 30, 1998   interacts: 26

...I could probably use a shave, but I’ve got on this outrageously expensive shirt from the A/X that makes up for any other visual short-comings.

Climate Controlled

Shan Anwar   Mar 1, 1998   interacts: 6

The stench of poverty, was real,unfiltered, emanating from the open sewers, over which, now, a dark, naked child smiles, squats.

Fifty Years of Pakistan Cricket: A Look Back

Abdul Hussain   Aug 14, 1997   interacts: 2

Take a long, relishing look back at Pakistan Cricket.

The Present Age

Kierkegaard    Aug 12, 1997   interacts: 1

A Revolutionary Age is an age of action; the present age is an age of advertisement, or an age of publicity: nothing happens, but there is instant publicity about it.

The Stop Sign

Kenyan    Aug 12, 1997   interacts: 2

If you have never seen this road sign, are you sure you are awake?

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