Poem By Hurain GhafoorEnglish Literature (BS student),Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad. This tapestry above me, it pays me no heed,Weaving its melody. I raise my hands towards theEye of this abyss and come away blemished, marredBy the hysteria of its cyclonic musings, as if it were theMind of God, brimming with colors and half-sung reveriesas if... Continue Reading →
My mind
Poem By Hurain GhafoorEnglish Literature (BS student),Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad. my eyeballs move, slowly,towards the right of my forehead,my mind, it likes to wanderaway and away,like a mischievous peter panon a short tripfrom his magical wonderlandthere, it’s that tall lithe cat on that high brick wall,down below,murder and evil and hope and the French revolutionis... Continue Reading →
Darkness
Poem by Hurain GhafoorEnglish Literature (BS student),Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad. she had flowers in her voice,secrets in her hidden curves,she was the verse of a Holy book,designed and decorated and directed,by the Hand of God,so no wonder,no wonder,that he picked up a stone that one evil evening,and under the shade of gnarly tree,the light of... Continue Reading →
Chapter 1: God Theorem
In May 2001, I attend a three-week extensive workshop on superstrings, held in the Department of Physics, Quaid-i-Azam University (QAU), Islamabad. The very first speaker begins his talk with the Hamiltonian, which is the starting point of any quantum mechanical problem. I’m lost. How could there be no factor of mass in the equation? I... Continue Reading →
Denial
I denied you several times I denied your very existence But I hate to say that In every denial, I Found you back To escape from you I went from east to west I knew, in west, you don’t live But like shadow, you Followed me everywhere Running from shadow I went from light to... Continue Reading →
The Prophet
Here I come, your prophet in modern times No books, no miracles, and no gods Don’t ask me to fly, or raising the dead ones No angels, no verses, but theorems I can’t hold it, it bothers me over and over I’ve to spit it, it’s getting clearer and clearer It makes me dance: spinner... Continue Reading →
Mr. Monologue 