Monday, February 25, 2013

Mukhtar Mai

Mukhtar Mai is a woman from a village in the Muzaffargarh district of Pakistan. In 2002, she was gang-raped on the orders of a tribal council as part of a so-called “honour” revenge. While tradition dictates that a woman should commit suicide after such an act, Mukhtar defied convention and fought the case. Her rapists were never convicted, but the story was picked up by domestic and international media, and she has become an iconic advocate of women’s rights, despite constant threats to her life. She has opened a girls’ school and women’s crisis centre in Muzaffagarh. 

In April 2007, Mukhtar Mai won the North-South Prize from the Council of Europe. In 2005, Glamour Magazine named her 'Woman of the Year'. According to the New York Times, Her autobiography is the No. 3 best seller in France , and movies are being made about her. She has been praised by dignitaries like Laura Bush and the French foreign ministers.

Medium: Pencil Colours

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


In these inane labyrinthine games
I lost my dear soul somewhere
A brooding frame only remains
Weary of competing forever

Very unlike my beaming face
My soul looks gloomy and shaded
Got strayed in this golden maze
It’s shamed, bruised and stark naked

To attain that starry rainbow
I dissolved myself in the toil
Virtues died; morals departed long ago  
Though, I did achieve the tangible pile

Now, a hollow body wails and mourns
I don’t see my soul, even light or morning dew
Only more bodies on more pile-thrones
Should I search alone or have these awakened too?

Monday, February 4, 2013


A prayer might not lessen your load but it gives a stronger back for sure

Medium: Pencil Colours

Sunday, February 3, 2013


With an eerie smile he gazes at his make
Bathed in diabolic dust, marks the second gate
Slowly silently time follows his pace
This hermit rules all stars, worlds and space

Staying fixed in his own mean
He embodies all seen and unseen
Crowned with luna, his light disperses
And blue aura shines across galaxies

Hold him in respect, love or reverence
He is the truth, the only reality of all existence
The Universe spins around him forever
Echoing the formidable hermit’s power