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A MARTYRED MOTHER | QUIET CRUSADER
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A midst the myriad of loudness, luring lights of suburbs and growing battle between proletariat and bourgeois some masterpieces move silently…my job is to give words to these QUIET CRUSADERS. June 18, 2014. On the verge of burning truth. I defied what’s ahead, staring. A sprouting life within me. Will see heaven when it comes alive. What shall I embrace, my soul? A life that lures me to darkness. Or a pact with Earth. That frees me to serve my Lord. The crown of Rome shivers. For them; a sweet revenge.
THE WOLF HOUR | QUIET CRUSADER
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A midst the myriad of loudness, luring lights of suburbs and growing battle between proletariat and bourgeois some masterpieces move silently…my job is to give words to these QUIET CRUSADERS. June 8, 2013. When the night matures. Silence suffice the dark. Yowl; grow loud and loud. Embracing a dire urge. When the night matures. Those who lurked in shadows. Now march; on and on. Braving their lecherous leer. When the night matures. They bask in hunting. For beauteous red flesh. And feast in a drug ring.
THE BARDS OF MASURIAN LAKE | QUIET CRUSADER
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A midst the myriad of loudness, luring lights of suburbs and growing battle between proletariat and bourgeois some masterpieces move silently…my job is to give words to these QUIET CRUSADERS. September 7, 2014. THE BARDS OF MASURIAN LAKE. THE BARDS OF MASURIAN LAKE. All hail the Great Tsar. A sound that dawned upon us. A voice that never resonated within. Within all; flaking souls of Masurian. The lake which once flowed. Dancing away the merry summer. Lay still, as if the lightening charred its conscience.
ALL HAIL THE GREAT KING | QUIET CRUSADER
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A midst the myriad of loudness, luring lights of suburbs and growing battle between proletariat and bourgeois some masterpieces move silently…my job is to give words to these QUIET CRUSADERS. January 11, 2015. ALL HAIL THE GREAT KING. After this decision, not only the subjects of the Emperor but also his wife ordained and revered him as the greatest Emperor of the entire diverse population. Song – Azeem-o-Shaan Shehenshah. Movie – Jodha Akbar (2008). This entry was posted in Uncategorized.
UNTAMED – Cleopatra’s Last Memoir Before Falling For Caesar (Fictional) | QUIET CRUSADER
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A midst the myriad of loudness, luring lights of suburbs and growing battle between proletariat and bourgeois some masterpieces move silently…my job is to give words to these QUIET CRUSADERS. June 11, 2014. UNTAMED – Cleopatra’s Last Memoir Before Falling For Caesar (Fictional). Unconquered lust of yours; Oh emperor. Lies within me; still beating. The silence shrilled as our eyes met. And the world bleeds behind. My joy lies on a bayonet. The truth of faith kissed and passed away. Your love pierced me;.
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My friend, the dream enabler – Old Light
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My friend, the dream enabler. June 19, 2015. June 20, 2015. By Raania Azam Khan Durrani. In 2014, the team at PeaceNiche lead by Sabeen Mahmud imagined putting up a show called Dil Phaink. We wanted it to be from the streets to the heart of Pakistanʼs pop culture. We envisioned it as. Our international audience has read about the blackouts, bombs, burqas and really bad guys but now we want to take them to the nooks and corners of any street, in any city, in any part of Pakistan, so they can hear the many...
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“I Do Not Love You….” – Sonnet XVII – By Pablo Neruda | sonia-aur-saat-bonay
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The images and feelings are redder than anything else in my heart. 8220;I Do Not Love You….” – Sonnet XVII – By Pablo Neruda. 8220;I Do Not Love You….” – Sonnet XVII – By Pablo Neruda. July 31, 2014. I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. A Strong Woman:...
Art – Old Light
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Chassabal : stoneware w/ terracotta glaze 2010. Clay and supporting materials on canvas (lightbox). Memories of a Landscape, wood fired stoneware, USA 2003. Memories of a Landscape, wood fired stoneware, USA 2003. Techtonic, woodfired stoneware, Aomori, Japan 2008. Bottle and Box Woodfired stoneware, Aomori, Japan 2008. Mountains, moonlight and Goddesses Woodfired stoneware, Aomori, Japan 2008. Voluminous, Woodfired stoneware, Karachi 2008. Woodfired stoneware, Aomori, Japan 2008. April 7, 2010. Today wa...
Midmorning Shadows – Old Light
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October 8, 2014. By Raania Azam Khan Durrani. For the lunar eclipse that I know is happening, but I cannot see. For the early evening sky of a dusty October in my Karachi. For the golden afternoon sun that brightens the eyes, and masks the grime of the city. For the many complete thoughts, but incomplete sentences. For the lingering smell of the low tide, that permeates seaside homes. For the salt of the gust, and my windswept hair. For slow cooked, warm meals eaten across the ones you love. Notify me of...
Old Light – Page 2 – Reflections from Karachi
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The season of hesitation. November 9, 2010. November 9, 2010. Raania Azam Khan Durrani. Or is it just my insensitivity? October 8, 2010. October 8, 2010. Raania Azam Khan Durrani. A few minutes ago, as we were driving back to our house, we passed by the Mazar. Abdullah Shah Ghazi’s shrine, one of the few places in Karachi which was always celebrating, at all hours of the day and night; sat silent, dark and haunted. Karachi’s Saint, is alone tonight. October 4, 2010. Raania Azam Khan Durrani. Before the s...
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sonia | sonia-aur-saat-bonay
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The images and feelings are redder than anything else in my heart. Articles posted by sonia. Little by little…. August 7, 2014. August 7, 2014. Loving heart-break living moving-on. If little by little you stop loving me. I shall stop loving you. If suddenly you forget me. Do not look for me. For I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life. And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots. August 5, 2014. Ay Mohabb...
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Little by little… | sonia-aur-saat-bonay
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The images and feelings are redder than anything else in my heart. Little by little…. Little by little…. August 7, 2014. August 7, 2014. Loving heart-break living moving-on. If little by little you stop loving me. I shall stop loving you. If suddenly you forget me. Do not look for me. For I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life. And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Aaj phir jeenay ki tamanna hai… (we will never live it again…) | sonia-aur-saat-bonay
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The images and feelings are redder than anything else in my heart. Aaj phir jeenay ki tamanna hai (we will never live it again…). Aaj phir jeenay ki tamanna hai (we will never live it again…). June 25, 2014. June 26, 2014. Waheeda Rehman in the song, Aaj phir jeenay ki tamanna hai. Aaj phir jeenay ki tamanna hai, Aaj phir marnay ka iraada hai. She thinks how long are we here to live? Kaanton se kheench ke yeh aanchal, Tor ke bandhan baandhi paayal. Koi na roko dil ki uraan ko,. Aaj phir jeenay ki tamanna...
A few deep steps into the snow – Old Light
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A few deep steps into the snow. October 14, 2014. October 14, 2014. By Raania Azam Khan Durrani. I watched ’Haider’ last night – and it left me sleepless. This story is not really about ‘Haider’, it is about how it stirred me. The climatic graveyard scene, made me realise I am more mother, than woman, artist, Pakistani or any other category I may fit into. Haider vishalbharadwaj cinema kashmir karachi love beauty. My friend, the dream enabler. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Email ch...
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QUIET CRUSADER | a midst the myriad of loudness, luring lights of suburbs and growing battle between proletariat and bourgeois some masterpieces move silently…my job is to give words to these QUIET CRUSADERS
A midst the myriad of loudness, luring lights of suburbs and growing battle between proletariat and bourgeois some masterpieces move silently…my job is to give words to these QUIET CRUSADERS. When the night matures. Silence suffice the dark. Yowl; grow loud and loud. Embracing a dire urge. When the night matures. Those who lurked in shadows. Now march; on and on. Braving their lecherous leer. When the night matures. They bask in hunting. For beauteous red flesh. For expelling the urge of loins. But never...
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