A poem by Fizza Abbas
At the verge of demolition, life often gives you mysterious surprises, fascinating hopes, glittering dreams, battered ideas, just to distract you from the current happenings; a heart, that is already torn, broken and pierced by a whole set of presumed consequences, scatters all over the universe, creating a whole passage for humanists to come and […]
A string, in the process of becoming, takes all the chances, good, bad, ugly, whatsoever; as she is in the pursuit of evolution, for her, learning engulfs the word ‘judgement’, she is happy because this is the only word that resonates with her process, years pass by, and she is still buckled into her own […]
A tree died out leaving a branch detached from the fellow branches A solitary branch while facing the sky smiles and asks for a companion autumn comes to rescue!
Big bellies demand strength to withstand the calamities of life, and when, instead of getting strength, they are offered support systems, they change their core to an extent that they lose their connection with the body they are associated to, and Mill gets a chance to say, bodily pleasures are the lower ones!