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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • Jan 15
  • Pakistan
  • Deviant for 8 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio
deep down inside me
there's a little bit of me
some time in poetry,
some time around u
every where......
but no where
there's a little bit of me

Favourite Visual Artist
Imroz, Ustad Allah Bukhsh
Favourite Movies
ijazat, the reader, rung de basanti, the postman
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Muhammad Rafi, Mehdi Hassan, Saaen Zahoor, Tufail Niazi, roxen, vital signs,fusion
Favourite Books
Malba, Maen, Zeeno, Aaina khana
Favourite Writers
Saadat Hassan Manto, Akhtar Hussain Jaffery, Anjum Saleemi, Waheed Ahmad
Favourite Games
cricket
Other Interests
travelling, hanging out with friends, writing
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Early in the morning When “Me vs. Me”was called out   The defendant was present   But the trial was put on the list of pending cases And sight was hung on the door of justice So now the plaintiff, with his delaying tactics, is satisfied That he is beginning to commit to memory all the words of the affidavit Wearing a lawyer’s glasses, he studies history And sweetens his memory   Call upon call Date upon date   The long list of cases The eyes are used to reading over and over And the work load just keeps increasing   Because the defendant has a lot of time on his hands To repeat and memorize the silence Submitted i
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The tree is barehanded Neither leaf, nor bud No bird, no noise of the flower Only wilderness remains. Where there was water, there is desert Just a dance of wilderness Nudity of my horror Disbelief of the burnt vista Looks me in the eye Where what once was becomes grief And clutches me in a fist A poem burst from here That filled my lap The wind beat the leaves Fanning the body’s flame But now there’s nothing like that But now there’s nothing like that The tree, which was my song The tree, which was my poem That you didn’t understand O my senseless people This is still my song This is still my poe
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Vielen Dank für den Favoriten.
Thank you for the :+fav:! :huggle: :rose:
Thank you for the favourite,Zahid!
Thanks for faving. ;-)
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Many thanks for stopping by again, Zahid !