Sunday, 22 December 2013

The Joker By Asjl Khan

Jolly he seems, joy he spreads
Happy he looks, oh! How dead he is
Irony depicted from harsh reality
Excellence hides behind insanity

Face that stops a child’s cry
Induces stupidity, invades sadness
Relished were stories of his tragic past
Laughter that rushed, he stood aghast

Never know and never will
Imagine, excluding the fun out of pun
Height of pain will make you choke
But a priceless smile he makes it all a joke

Spreading laughter the good man dies
Holding stomach they fell with laughter
Death considered the part of act
To verify departure they had to poke

Again, reality of his death laughed off as a joke

Written By,

Asjl Khan

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Untitled: The Chapter Soon To Be Forgotten


A few nights ago my mind was trafficking in quite a lot of thoughts about you. There was this one specific memory I held on to just in case I might want to write about it one day. Now that you're gone and I guess I might never see you again, I have a feeling I was a few months too late. But just in case there is a small chance of you stumbling upon this I hope you realize this is about you. 

I don't think I ever told you this throughout the course of our relationship but there was a time while we were together where I felt I was reliving the most perfect day of my life over and over again. It was the time when we were truly happy. The summer which we never had, instead we made the pre-summer time a whole lifetime. I felt as if I was floating in an ocean current towards heaven and every day that went by, you took me closer to the warmth and happiness of heaven. Every time I saw you, it was as if I went through a whole night of torture and that all my sins were accounted for through the long hours without you. As if standing right in front me was my angel taking me to the infinite happiness that lay within every smile you made that in turn reflected it's own happiness of seeing me. And that the feeling I got from protecting your innocent eyes from the punishing ray of sun light that scratched its way through the windows of our mobile home was appreciated hence in turn was shared with an endless warmth of suffocating hugs that can only be described as .. going home. 

Yes, you never knew did you. From the beginning of my story till its very end that has yet still to be written, you were and will always be the inspiration to everything that I write till the day that I die. I can say this with great certainty only because even today I still swim through every memory of you so I can just write something that could reflect even a fragment of what I felt for you. Every feeling carefully noted through various emotions with its end result being you. 

However, it wasn't that memory only that kept me up all night, it was the time when we were truly happy. The time when we were friends. It was the time when all those emotions were hidden, it was that time where we would talk all day and all night keeping our feelings hidden from the other and it was that feeling of being in love and it was that moment of trying to say what I felt that kept me going. I would never have stopped making you love me because I knew that I would never truly be me if I was not with you forever. 

I want to ask you something but I know I will never get a reply. Heck, you might never read this and you might never really know how I truly felt about you. If you did read this you might not even stop to consider this might be about you, you might just pass this off as part of the chapters I write. I wanted to ask you, why do I still cry? 

What happened at the end, shouldn't that make me hate you? Like really hate you for all those things that I could never understand about you. But I don't, I promise. Hey, don't think of me as a weird guy who cries because I don't CRY cry but I do cry. In my heart, I'm always crying, even when I'm smiling. Even when there is someone else that loves me. Even when there is someone else that could give me more than we ever had, I still pain away. I wanted to ask... do you? 

Yours Forever,
Rahal Salim

No, I don't want to be Rahal now. I want to be me. So,

Written By, 
Jawaad Saleem

Saturday, 30 November 2013

Chapter 6 - That Little Detail We Take For Granted

The warm light of the sun began to slowly caress my right hand and worked it's way around my body as if someone was gently laying a duvet on me. With the warmth of the sunrise greeting me with it's new beginning, my eyes slowly opened, allowing me to see my surroundings. Slightly squinting, I could see I was still in the hospital lying at the area designated to me. Elena was right beside me sleeping in, what seemed to be, a very uncomfortable position. Crap, if Elena spent all night taking care of me then that would mean I would have a pretty pissed off nurse waiting for me to wake up. Her caring and kind nature irritated my pride, I did not need her to take care of me yet I could not get myself to dislike her. I just wished she took care of herself as much as she took care of me. Elena wasn't always so caring to others, she still isn't but over the years I became the exception. Over the years the feeling became mutual, to me she was a person I could count on and I felt I had a responsibility to protect her. The irony in that is that the role always seemed to be reversed. 

Friday, 22 November 2013

Film As A Mirror Of Society


You will often find hidden metaphorical meanings behind pop culture movies that convey a particular idea. Movies that have another meaning to them are usually portrayed in a way to entertain and satisfy mass desires through comedy, horror, or suspense. Such movies cover social issues, time eras, war, epidemics, etc to reflect on society and make some kind of statement. The statement or point of view of metaphorical movies may vary from person to person, but the author or producer has one intended idea to convey to the masses. Techniques such as symbolism, metaphors, and signifiers help to express the intended idea of the film. Because a film is not produced by just an individual, each aspect of the film wholly completes the intended idea. For example, the movie Warm Bodies is a popular movie to attract the young masses, though also has a certain message behind it.

Friday, 15 November 2013

Why did God create heavens above the sky Written By Syed Tirmizi

The night is young, 
Full of stars across the sky, 
But it makes me wonder why, 
God created heavens above the sky? 
How many religions has he created before, 
When he is apparent everywhere in our eyes, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
He may not have created a creed, 
And humans deemed it just a need, 
To control the flocks of flesh called humans, 
To prevent them from enjoying God’s lovely heavens, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
Why doesn’t he reveal himself? 
Does he not exist, or is he too shy? 
Why doesn’t he look down upon us, 
Is he too great or does he not know why? 
Why did God create heavens above the sky? 
Can’t he travel the distance he’s created, 
Or is he lost in space or thinks he’s too high? 
He may be present everywhere in all the skies, 
Why did he create heavens above the sky? 
Why can’t he talk to humans himself, 
But chooses others who achieve great wealth, 
I don’t need a God, who discriminates his creations, 
My God is him who can fill the space with love and never says good bye, 
Why did God create heavens above the sky?

Written By,

Syed Tirmizi

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Dreams & Nightmares - A Prequel to Chapter 6

Lights shattered on the ground, glass flew in all directions. The chaotic mixture of screams and murderous laughter vibrated through the narrow passageway of what seemed like an underground tunnel. I could see Harut running with all his might, with expressions of fear and panic, Harut ran with blood stained clothes. His black cloak whipped the air without rhythm leaving nothing but aggression.  He grabbed on to anything he could find to slow down his chasers as if he was afraid of what would happen if he were to get caught. I screamed his name yet he could not hear me, he ran passed me completely unaware of my existence. I followed him until the light could be seen at the end of the tunnel where he stopped.

He pressed himself against the tunnel's wall hiding in the shadows. Blanketing himself cautiously within his ragged black cloak, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly breathed out controlling all his senses and soothing the ones that could lead him to lose his life. Afraid of whom or what he was hiding from, I imitated his movements. The pursuers appeared, screaming for blood and vengeance. They ran right past us unaware of our presence heading towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Once they had all gone, Harut felt his hands against parts of the wall as if to find something of great importance. He felt through the whole section of that wall until a secret entrance opened. What was going on? Clearly, running through this very tunnel was previously planned. 'Where are you going? What's going on Harut?'

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Kings of Sand Castle By Asjl Khan

Brittle bones, throne of thorns
Laid the man who once ruled
Tears descending from wrinkled face
Once stood upon the human race

Scratching the wall with bloody nails
Preclude the past, rest ashore undone
Hand once rocked the cradle, depreciated
Love lost not found, thy hate is inflated

In blinding power lurked no fear
Time stores no debts, in fact reciprocate
The blood he spilled, sons he lynched
Soul intact but agonized, flesh and bones emancipate

Masked as valor, hides deviousness
Lured imbeciles to portray horror
Those who forget they will die

No one can save them even their mother’s cry

Written By,

Asjl Khan

Friday, 4 October 2013

A Letter To You By Ali Khan Niazi


I wrote something for you hoping one day you would read this. A part of me hopes you do, but the other part hopes you don't. Here goes.. 

Society By Asjl Khan

Listen as they whisper
Their eyes cold, warm grasp
Ordering to instigate insanity
Saving people by eliminating humanity

Moulded the concept of love and loathing
You kill your dears to fight your fears
They say "do", then "why" they ask
Your deeds turned into the devil's task

With taste of mud you try to rise
Mistakes you made not their's to judge
Close they came and rectified 
Bestowed anguish, when satisfied

Sickens the mind with utter disgust
Mature you became for sake of innocence
Feeding on weak they became mighty
Unravelled and naked the face of society

Written By,
Asjl Khan

Footsteps On Sand By Ali Khan Niazi

Tiny light speckled from the sun,
The candle lights up,
It gathered the moonlight and the dust,
A life is born,
Fresh, untouched

Memories start to flicker in the flame,
Counting the footsteps, journeys,
Victories, arguments and blames

And then a shadow,
Creaked opened the door,
Slowly strolling towards the candle,
Cigarette lighted up from the flame,
The smoke of the candle,
Twirled and curled up in such a manner,
That it made the word 'hate'

Friday, 20 September 2013

Advertising & You Written By Hira C.

It is too simple to say that advertisements are merely just marketing tools to sell products and services, although that was originally the main idea. The earliest advertisements were important but not a major source of income because most manufacturers produced similar goods and there was no need to promote or compete between the products. Since technology advanced, goods were packed, labelled  and designed which then also led to brand-labeling. Advertisements were then necessary to use when competition grew between the new brands. At one point, ads were just information for goods and services, now socialization is used as a tool to advertise. Socialization is the lifelong process of creating and adapting to norms, customs, and ideologies, providing a way for people to use skills for participating within the society.  

Thursday, 19 September 2013

What the eyes see, the camera defines: Take 3 By Marie Sch

Take 3:

 Hey Baby, I had to mention,
That they got nothin' on you,
You're beautiful, it's true.

Beauty comes in many forms. I've learnt, through my experiences, the very nature of any woman is beautiful. Let's take the picture on my left as an example. From her lashes to the natural sway of her hair, it defines the very word that we so carelessly say, 'Beautiful'.

From the smile that she shows of the thoughts she could be thinking, the very mystery of a woman so elegantly shown and what might her thoughts be at the time. To the red dress resembling her passion for herself, how could we ever so carelessly say 'Beautiful'.

And then she took my breath away while the wind caressed her hair, she looked past that horizon and sees her definition of beauty. 

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Chapter 5: A Memory Long Forgotten (Part 2)


'Love, I hope we get old. I hope we can find a way.' 'Love, I hope we can wait. Maybe not now, maybe not today.' 'Love? I guess we were wrong, I guess we changed.' 'I kept holding to our memories too long, doesn't really feel like love any more.' 'The mistakes we had made lets not repeat them again, lets walk our own way confident and strong.' 

'Son, make me proud. Let me hold my head high.' 'Son, listen to my words, learn from my mistakes.' 'You stumbled and strayed, now climb back up.' 'Maybe I was wrong, maybe you're not strong.' -Silence- 

'You didn't wish me, that's okay you were busy.' 'I told you, I'll be there but she won't.' 'Who are you man, where are you?' 'Don't bother, I'm busy.' -Silence-

'Who am I, where am I?' 'Damn.' -Silence- 

Friday, 30 August 2013

Picture Perfect By Hira Choudhry

Images come in many forms that portray different ideas. Whether a picture, art, or advertisement, they all effect people mentally or emotionally and even subliminally. Not only do images affect people but society as well as a whole. Sometimes images have more than one meaning.

Saturday, 24 August 2013

Chapter 5: A Memory Long Forgotten (Part 1)

'It was when the darkness and the light collided, there was harmony. 
The question I ask myself every day is, on which side do I reside?'

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Chapter 3: One Subjective Reality

Realism, the art to depict things of a visual, social or emotional nature accurately. Thinking realistically requires the individual to think objectively and seclude the mind from the heart. Reality can be seen as the state of things as they actually exist as a whole. However, our reality can be seen as what we see and what we see is the product of our choice of action.

Sunday, 30 June 2013

Chapter 2: A Promise To Be Kept

It’s well remembered; the verses of the wise men, rehearsed a thousand times in our minds. Locked with gates made of the strongest metal no man can find. Yes, the verses of those wise men were so wise of their times, now we strike thunder for change but yet in vain, knowing we shall walk through those verses in time.

Sunday, 23 June 2013

Chapter 1: The First Step

If I close my eyes and listen, I can hear the slow passing of the cars. There would be a few moments of silence before another car would greet me with its sound of passing, the sound’s vibration echoing until silence wraps its cloak around me, bringing yet another moment dedicated to the state of dejection. Those few moments of quiet insanity that listens to no reason, keeping its true objective in stretching those few moments. My desire for sound becomes a mere mirage, no matter how many times I feel it, I’ll always know that it was never there. If it were, it was never there for me. I was just its collateral damage. The anomaly. 

Saturday, 9 March 2013

Monthly Special Article (March) - One Time In UK

A Moment To Understand What The Hell I'm Doing

'One time in UK' is the historical background of the protagonist that has been the centre of my attention in the last two articles. 'Going Home' indicates the individual finally finding and hence going to his one true place that he can call home. Whereas, 'The Road To Be Walked On' hints that there was or will be difficulties that this individual must overcome to reach the happiness that he constantly searches for. However, it is just as much important to take a break from all these difficulties I keep bantering on about and to talk about his past. That is the true purpose of these monthly specials so I hope you enjoy reading them as they keep coming.

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

The Road Forced To Be Walked On

‘It seemed just yesterday that life was uncertain, how development in the human brain was on a pause. We wished to disobey all boundaries of morals, go against the wise men and make our own rules but how it all seemed just a dream. My life is a reflection of what is shown on television, unrealistic yet somehow true.’

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Conclusion: Going Home

Life, to live and endure. Endure the suffocation within those cages you created, not because of others, but because of your own regrets. In time you learn to let go of those regrets, blow them away into the wind. Scatter them far beyond your reach so to never see or hear of them again. That cage you locked yourself in, that loneliness you created for yourself. Does that loneliness ever finally go away? Can we let go if we had the chance or is it so comfortable now? After all, it was that loneliness that kept us company all those years.

Monday, 18 February 2013

Every Life is Worth Fighting For

“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal”(Abraham Lincoln, 1863).

Thursday, 14 February 2013

The Valentine for Forever

"A day without my valentine is a day that I would want to forget. As the day without my valentine is a day in hell instead."

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Socialisation of information, its impact on businesses and the way we manage information in modern society

I am writing this article as sharing information has changed drastically with the continuous advancements in technology.

A Question Regarding Religion

The society that we live in consists of many stems that control our everyday lives; how we interact with other people, how we think about the world but most importantly it controls and moulds our way of thinking towards ourselves and what we want to achieve in our lives. So how do we define the right way of thinking?