Saturday, 17th January 2009- Amour De Soi.

July 31, 2011 at 9:22 am (Uncategorized)

She craves no company

No trifling chatter

Acquaintances?- No lack of them

To her they don’t really matter.


Daughter of flowery, yet solitary discourse;

She converses with herself.

Hours pass in her musings

Thoughts reitrated are shelved…


The soliloquy must be artful

It must please and satisfy her at the end

There should be an appropriate climax

Cliches are a potential fiend.


They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder

She finds beauty in herself

A snail crawling on the mantle

The fall of a raindrop from a petal

A mother embracing her child of twelve;

She cares nothing for them.


What are these feelings?- these feelings that can’t be fought?

It is narcissism- whether you like it or not.


That was some of the bilge I’ve written during my stay here in Peshawar, during the first few months of my first year of MBBS.

Haven’t written much since I’ve come here.

Why, you ask? My friend was quicker (and more accurate!) in replying to that over MSN:

*Miss A. says:

med school, eh?

Miss. A says:

kills literary instincts*.


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