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 →
My soul
Poem by: Hurain GhafoorEnglish Literature (BS student),Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad. What am I?a lump of flesh and muscleRemnant of a fierce and fallen star?Did God sting some capillaries and voila?A creature of the dark? Maybe.( these days, I am afraid I have not witnessed a single star in my night sky)What is a soul? And... Continue Reading →
Mr. Monologue 