Images, wanton images,
Images, which can only be felt
When the violent sounds
Rock the tallest buildings,
Amputate, submerse,
And pile up the canyons.
What if the guardian angel
Turn in to an evil spirit!
What if the hands which heal
Leave deadly lesions!
Outnumbering images,
Move very stealthily,
In every vein of the city.
Each one of us is a microcosm with peculiar observations and perceptions. I want my readers to understand the world through my mind.
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- ايپ پاک : د پښتنو په نظر
- THE NOTION OF RELIGIOSITY IN PASHTUNS
- No Chance ANP!
- Renaming the Province as Pukhtunkhwa
- The Vicious Cycle
- د باران په ارمان
- Tribal Museum vs. Urban Slum
- Anti Americanism
- Media
- The Establishment
- The Problem of FATA
- Media in Pakistan
- The Barbaric Colonial Legacy
- The Survival Rhetoric
- Whenever people talk about the west two ideas come...
- FROM HEIDEGGER
- You took away everything from me.
- Wanton Images
- رڼا
- غزل
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- Away from my Shadow
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