My heart is not so small that it cannot ache for the many; my conscience is not so limited as the number of words on my tongue; and my attentions do not only bend with the curve of my lover's spine. i am human and we have an uncanny knack for feeling with every star … Continue reading the universe is ever-expanding
Shame and retrospect
I don't like admitting to it but I was frankly far more imbued in the Western than I was in the local growing up in Pakistan. American cartoons, British books, English music - hell, even Japanese media - were a staple of my early life far more so than my own culture or the immediacy … Continue reading Shame and retrospect
From K-Dot to Kunta: the New Fate of Kendrick Lamar
First published in the Northeastern University Political Review Photo by John Francis Peters for the New York Times Compton, California has birthed its fair share of artists who have gone on to make a mark in the rap and hip hop industry, but it’s Dr. Dre’s protege, Kendrick Lamar who has taken the industry by … Continue reading From K-Dot to Kunta: the New Fate of Kendrick Lamar
To you, motherland – A Nation of Chronic Belittlers
Some things are so deeply ingrained in you that you do not become aware of them until you are faced with some kind of frame of reference. I always knew how deeply unequal Pakistan was - in a country where class is as apparent and omnipresent as rickety rickshaws alongside shiny new Mercedeses, you'd have … Continue reading To you, motherland – A Nation of Chronic Belittlers
poetry dump, take one
a fun fact about bruises; the throb lasts about as long as the memory that accompanied the blow; and as far as battle-scars go, registering bluepurpleblack with vague surprise Feels like a posthumous victory Sounds like a retroactive yield & Looks like my own smile reflected back in a blade, diamond-sharp; a will that cuts. … Continue reading poetry dump, take one
assorted thoughts – 12:13am
1. Poetry is no stand in for writing. "Writing has become so salient for you" Tannya said to me one night, and it's true. Poetry is a quick fix, a compulsive act to remedy a dizzy spell. Writing is something deeper, a loosening of the knots after a long day of toil, and to write … Continue reading assorted thoughts – 12:13am
Before the rain hits the ground
I woke up to morning breeze, Like a lover's kiss against chapped lips Like the barest caress over erstwhile tired skin, Like a sweet Whisper Good Morning, And I vowed to keep my window open If only to wake up in love every day.
–. — -..-. — -.
My skin crawls fervent; horrified — and the sound it makes is Morse. The code intones the following words: “It’s over, it happened — It’s Done.” Some say comfort is luxury And my flesh? Derelict. But if will truly comes from ones heart, then the braille on my breast says "Go on."
Semantick.
Whisper sweet, gentle; speak as if you are autumn breeze & sea salt in waltz. Spew not vitriol (that black oil over virgin blue) reject the poison of sharp tongues & double-edged oaths. Though satin your voice, intent is fire: don't damp your manifesto.
BREAKING: Masses take to streets as distraught world struggles to come to terms with self
LONDON - The recent departure of Zayn Malik from the world-renowned boy band One Direction has left swaths of people - adolescent girls and grown men alike - distraught and confused. News that One Direction will continue as a 4-piece band has done little to alleviate the worries and concerns weighing down these bereft masses, … Continue reading BREAKING: Masses take to streets as distraught world struggles to come to terms with self
Neiha Lasharie 