The sun bids farewell and light begins to escape Shades of deep orange and gold lines the sky Sweet mist of jasmine lingers the air Darkness creeps in slowly filling the gold with shades of deep purple I sense the air filling in gently Envy takes over It’s the wind this time So boundless [...]
October 20, 2008
18th oct: Voices from Garhi khuda baksh
Graves don’t talk they lay in silence evincing the life they lived once. The eve of 18th October’07 was not an ordinary one. Whether one was a Bhutto supporter or hater it dint matter much. The road blockage, crowd, rallies and frantic news updates on TV followed morning to evening. Finally to the joy [...]

















