Danial Shah. The Man behind the Lens.


To share something worthwhile on my blog after ages, I have a little treat for my readers. Being a part of my University’s Literary Club, my job is to get something fresh and crispy for the monthly Magazine. Something that they would love to read and follow. In short, I’m out there to interview the best people that I know and come across during this journey. Social Media being my best friend since ages now has made everything quite alot easier for me 😉 Which means you’d be looking forward to quite interesting Interviews at my blog.

Photography being my field of interest, I opted for interviewing a Photographer friend of mine. Lets face the fact, who doesn’t feel pleasure after looking at a beautiful Photograph. Especially, when that Photographer is portraying such a magnificent image of his own country. I’m talking about none other then Danial Shah. A guy working endlessly, travelling around the corners of Pakistan, capturing the ever enticing beauty of his country. Who said this nation is made up of terrorists, dictators and corrupt politicians? There is so much more to this country then anyone from outside can even imagine of.

After meeting up with him for the interview, I realized he’s much more then just a ‘Good Photographer’, he’s indeed a great person and that is what comes up in his Photographs.

Interview Cover

To go through the rest of the Interview you can download the PDF file from here. 🙂

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Then I Fall in Love ‘All Over Again’


Turn Down the light, Turn up the radio.
There’s a fire in your eyes, and its keeping me warm
Hold on to me like it was yesterday,
When we both felt our spirits collide

I remember the moment, being struck down by lightning
Since the first time I saw your face, and you smiled
Come and lay down with me
Fill the space that’s between us
Feel the magic that keeps love alive

This time, can be like the first time
Close your eyes and soon we’ll be there
No man could ever guess what you’re feeling
Turn a spark to a flame,
Make a wish, close your eyes, won’t you start all over again.

Just like the first time that you touched my skin,
All over again
I tasted heaven take me there again,
All over again

Your smile
Your touch,
Your taste,
It turns me on and on and on,
That I fall in love with you,
All over again

Come and step through the stars,
Take a ride though the universe.
As long as we’re here, lets take the whole thing in

What I’m trying to say,
Is that you are so beautiful
Let me say it, all over again.

Coz this time can be like the first time,
Close your eyes, pretty soon we’ll be there
No man could ever guess what he’s feeling,

Turn a spark to a flame,
Make a wish, close your eyes, won’t you start all over again.

Just like the first time that you touched my skin,
All over again
I tasted heaven take me there again,
All over again

Your smile,
Your touch,
Your taste,
It turns me on and on and on.
That I fall in love with you,
That I fall in love with you,
I keep falling in love, with you.
All over again

All over again

…گھر تو آخر


 ریت  کا گھر پانی بہا کر لے جائے تو پیچھے نشان چھوڑ جاتا ہے،

تاش کے پتوں سے بنا گھر، ہوا ڈھا دے تو بنتا ہے،

شاخوں سے بنے گھونسلے کو اگر آگ لگ جائے تو دکھ ہوتا ہے،

مگر دل میں بسائے گھر پر جب سوچ کا وار چلتا ہے تو اسکی زد میں آنے والے کو اس وار کا نہ احساس ہوتا ہے اور نہ یقین.


یہ گھربھی كئ بار بنا اور جلا ہے، ہر امید پختہ اور ہر وار یقینی.

تو  کیا  ہوا گر یہ جسم ان واروں سے زخمی ہے، گھر تو آخراپنا ہے اوراس میں  بسنے والے بھی اپنے!

Dare to Write?


People say you’re lucky enough that you get to write when you’re sad, you can jot down every thought and every visual that passes by your eyes. At least you don’t get to cry at every little thing in your life. I being a case of eternal confusion by birth and having a piece of tarnished brain stuck within the slimy cobweb of boiling emotions thinks, the un-thinkable.
I justify my thoughts by pointing out how difficult it is to come back to the exact moment in your life and re-live it through your own darn words. Can you re-live your tears? I bloody know you can’t. Tears are the byproducts of the pain produced within. Words are the outcome of what goes on above and not within. These words suppress your self for a while till it again encounters the exact moment in time through these digital imprints. What you feel then turns out to be the exact opposite of what you felt before. Creating an emotional wreck out of your already bitten body.
For you, crying might seem a tool of embarrassment or a sense of contentment. I believe, though those drops of water that run down your face might seem bitter and meaningless, but unlike words, they wont ever bring back the misery you once went through.

My most precious one.


Excerpt from Ludwig van Beethoven’s letter to his beloved.

Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my eternally beloved, now and then joyfully, then again sadly, waiting to know whether Fate will hear our prayer–To face life I must live altogether with you or never see you. Yes, I am resolved to be a wanderer abroad until I can fly to your arms and say that I have found my true home with you and enfolded in your arms can let my soul be wafted to the realm on blessed spirits–alas, unfortunately it must be so–
ever yours
ever mine
ever ours

L.