You fill up with fire with oh so desirebones ignited to the core with plenty of ireYou take the leap hoping to stand resoluteinstead you are met with emotions in gamutHow many more years must it remain this wayfor inhibitions to keep you clamped and frayYour mind left disheveled and full of dismayif only it could be molded back like clayThe clock keeps ticking and reminds you of doubtbut don’t hold back and remember to shout. -Asad Samsi Advertisements Continue reading Inhibitions

Hark, The Comrant

“A Man will always be a man. There is no new man. We tried so hard to create a society that was equal, Where there’d be nothing to envy your neighbor. But there’s always something to envy. A smile, a friendship. Something you don’t have and want to appropriate. In this world, even a Soviet one, there will always be rich and poor. Rich in gifts, poor in gifts. Rich in love, poor in love.” Even if we eliminate the material inequality, Break the chains of the proles and necks of the bourgeoisie, Eat the exploiter and feed the exploited. … Continue reading Hark, The Comrant

The universe doesn’t revolve around us, literally!

The famous saying that “The Universe doesn’t revolve around you” isn’t only a retort to bring down the narcissists to Earth but an established astronomical fact. Who knew that the February 19 (1473) would be the birthday of a future Astronomer who’d prove Aristotle and Ptolemy wrong? Considered the founder of modern astronomy, Nicolaus Copernicus (1473-1543) was born in Poland. His theory that the sun, not the Earth, was the center of the solar system proved to be a deathblow to Aristotelean/Ptolemic models of the universe. Aristotle, perhaps for some mystical reasons, believed that the Earth was the center of … Continue reading The universe doesn’t revolve around us, literally!


Beauty lies in hope and strength It smells like a scent After drowning in ocean of tears Vision becomes crystal clear After being lost in battlefield You choose courage and don’t yield After being injured by mean words You bandage your scratches and cuts No matter how emotionally you’re hurt You wear a smile and listen to your guts Despite of being scared You end up facing your fears How amazing it is in-spite of everything We all pick up our shields and keep moving -Sameen Ali. Continue reading Hope.

Excuse You, Come Again?

In a world built literally on communication, we are the one generation who has the most trouble with it. Not even broaching the whole, on the phone the entire time, not talking to real people irl, social anxiety, introvert, texts only and so on ramblings. We can barely carry ourselves properly and convey short messages to people with whom we have to interact with for a mere 2 minutes. If you want a task done, MAYBE you should take the time out to ACTUALLY TELL ME what YOU want. It takes only a few seconds longer of interaction but will … Continue reading Excuse You, Come Again?

Departed Misfits

Why are you trying to be something that you’re not? Are you looking for approval or redemption? Are you looking for a peace of mind or a chance to fit in? Who are you today when yesterday you appeared to be someone completely different? Are you the scorching heat of the sun or the pulchritude of rain? How tragically absurd I see you trying to act with the eyes of a puppy Lost, confused and looking for love Going around places you never thought you’d go, Pleasing people you don’t like. Moulding your personality like them Tell me, what will … Continue reading Departed Misfits

Age Of Innocence

This is where I see your frazzled hair in a half pony,With your fingers dancing in hopes to accentuate,Your curved beige shorts,in contrast with your black leggingsThis is where I see the universal to the specific,OrThe specific to the universal,Your words fire inside my mind and,I run;I run at 365 m/s to catch us in the age of innocence,Where I find us,Jealous at the act of disruption we stared at them with all we had,As wide eyed as our mothers allowed,As loved as our mothers allowed,As curious as our mothers allowed,We smelled the rosesOn the roof of our graves – … Continue reading Age Of Innocence