Virtue is a demon!

November 16, 2018Poetry EnglishShehryar Khawar

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Virtue is a demon,

which we raise in the name of God

The wizards and their vimen,

while the multitudes stand all awed

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آیہ صوفیہ کی ؍عذرا اور حسین چوک کا اسرافیل

November 3, 2018Short Stories UrduShehryar Khawar

.ارے یہ کون نیا فقیر کھڑا ہوگیا یہاں آج؟’ میں نے اپنے آپ سے سوال کیا’

وہ نا صرف حسین چوک پر کھڑے فقیروں میں ایک نیا چہرہ تھا بلکہ ان سب سے بہت الگ بھی تھا

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Past, Present & Future and the Sacred Triangle

October 26, 2018Short Stories EnglishShehryar Khawar

‘Have you listened to what the dead man said?’ Maga asked me.
‘Yes I have.’
‘And what have you understood?’
‘That past was a dream, future is a fantasy and present is all that ever matters.’

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Nostalgia: Scratching of the Healing Wounds

October 25, 2018Poetry EnglishShehryar Khawar

I am addicted to scratching the healing wounds;

and revisiting the pain

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His last yellow dream

October 24, 2018PhotographyShehryar Khawar

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I think, I evolve!

Virtue is a demon!

Virtue is a demon,

which we raise in the name of God

The wizards and their vimen,

while the multitudes stand all awed

آیہ صوفیہ کی ؍عذرا اور حسین چوک کا اسرافیل

.ارے یہ کون نیا فقیر کھڑا ہوگیا یہاں آج؟’ میں نے اپنے آپ سے سوال کیا’

وہ نا صرف حسین چوک پر کھڑے فقیروں میں ایک نیا چہرہ تھا بلکہ ان سب سے بہت الگ بھی تھا

Past, Present & Future and the Sacred Triangle

‘Have you listened to what the dead man said?’ Maga asked me.
‘Yes I have.’
‘And what have you understood?’
‘That past was a dream, future is a fantasy and present is all that ever matters.’

Nostalgia: Scratching of the Healing Wounds

I am addicted to scratching the healing wounds;

and revisiting the pain

Continue reading Nostalgia: Scratching of the Healing Wounds →

His last yellow dream

‘Do you sell enough balloons to make a decent earning?’ I asked the old balloon-seller.

‘You are mistaken my dear sir. I don’t sell balloons. I sell only dreams.’ He explained humbly.

‘And this yellow balloon………?’

‘This is my last dream – my last yellow dream.’

Virtue is a demon,

which we raise in the name of God

The wizards and their vimen,

while the multitudes stand all awed

.ارے یہ کون نیا فقیر کھڑا ہوگیا یہاں آج؟’ میں نے اپنے آپ سے سوال کیا’

وہ نا صرف حسین چوک پر کھڑے فقیروں میں ایک نیا چہرہ تھا بلکہ ان سب سے بہت الگ بھی تھا

‘Have you listened to what the dead man said?’ Maga asked me. ‘Yes I have.’ ‘And what have you understood?’ ‘That past was a dream, future is a fantasy and present is all that ever matters.’

I am addicted to scratching the healing wounds;

and revisiting the pain

Continue reading Nostalgia: Scratching of the Healing Wounds →

‘Do you sell enough balloons to make a decent earning?’ I asked the old balloon-seller.

‘You are mistaken my dear sir. I don’t sell balloons. I sell only dreams.’ He explained humbly.

‘And this yellow balloon………?’

‘This is my last dream – my last yellow dream.’

‘Have you listened to what the dead man said?’ Maga asked me.
‘Yes I have.’
‘And what have you understood?’
‘That past was a dream, future is a fantasy and present is all that ever matters.’