Author: Akhiz



I wanted to write a poem for you

But every time I tried, I failed

The words came charging in

Battering the walls of my heart

I waited, like a stone

Until one day they broke free

And I crafted a masterpiece

With a broken heart




Since I never got enough of you
I wanted to make you a prisoner in my eyes
As eyes are windows to the soul
I wanted you to rest in me
Complete me
But you went away
Now I keep my eyes open twenty four seven
People say it’s just

cuz i am superman

Cuz’ I am Superman

And like that in an instant…

It was all clear to me.

(plus a tiny bit of nausea that just appeared from nowhere)

Well almost.

And it felt like someone had put a spoon of salt in my mouth.

A teaspoon to be precise or better say the amount of salt you sprinkle on your fried eggs when you are still admiring the yellows and whites you just invented like a wizard of that Lord of the Ring Franchise.

But I’m Superman, I’m freakin Superman.

Faster than an email…

Yes that faster than a locomotive, stronger than a bullet, bird, plane, drone, whatever satirical tagline you wanna throw guy – That Superman.

This isn’t supposed to happen… not to me.

His shadow looked bigger than him, I still can’t figure out why that shadow is the first thing I noticed or maybe because it was the time of day when the sun is just big enough to fit in your hand, trying to seduce the night with its last remaining punch lines.

The guy had one end of scarf in his hand which he placed on his right eye, it was there, for like 30 seconds or so, or maybe it was just 10 seconds … but it felt longer… still there…

One eye cries more than the other, is it even possible?

Yes I thought that too, I was thinking a lot of things at that exact precise moment.

I can do that, cuz – I am Superman.

They say it takes a lot to make a grown man cry, it’s what they say right, man up, don’t be a crybaby, grow up ya’all that shit.

~ If you could, … since morning they… haven’t eaten… I … all day.

His words were coming out like that Skype call which never connects fully and you get only chunks while your brain processes to make some sense out of them.

Which i did eventually cuzz …. Ya you guessed it – right.

He had stopped me at the middle of the road, dead middle. With one hand, that scarfed one.

~ What?… i said

And with that my head did that little forward movement which usually happens when you move your chair towards the table with your feet.

He looked at right into my eyes, still holding that piece of scarf,  the other gripping his vintage green bicycle…

~ I tried

~ I real…lly did

~ All day… couldn’t find any,

~ If i could have 2 kg atta (flour), kids haven’t… eaten since

~ I’i…

And then he stopped.

His clothes ragged with dirt of God knows how many days of carrying bricks, the left shoulder smeared with white drops of whitewash paint of some gig he did some days… or months ago.

There he was the…

Poorer than a middle class man.

The daily wage earner slash seeker.

Illiterate than an average man.

Stronger than your white-collar dudes.

Bread earner of a family which happened to be his whole world.

Hero to his kids,

Weaver of…

Wow this guys accolades are even longer than mine.


The next two events happened in perfect sync.

My hand initiating its journey towards my pocket, (what? I can’t have pockets? … com’on… cut me some slack)

And him gripping the handle of his bicycle and doing a 180

He was gone

Waaai………….. the “t” was just a tiny hum.

He didn’t stop.

And I knew why.



He was

… The real thing.

Like those so many others in my country.




Anarchy was sprinting
Beaming like a conqueror taking a victory march
It was having a ball inside his veins
And then the man who had everything
Wanted nothing more but just a speck of deliverance
So they summoned a shepherd who played a tune
Which brought peace to the king and he was troubled no more *
Since that day the sound of those chords
Still echo till the ends of this earth
Mutating itself for every mortal soul
That falls in a pit of its own reality
Dejected, despairing, destroyed, devoured
Setting them free once they find it
And I lost it.

1 Samuel 16:14-23

Perfect Strangers

Perfect StrangersEveryone (almost) loves their childhood. Whenever we want to recall our past some of our best memories are associated with our childhood days. The sounds, the places even the smells take you to back to that sublime land of euphoria where everything was so pure and real. The following show which I am going to recommend you takes me to the same place.

In 80’s and 90’s we only used to have one TV channel PTV (Pakistan Television) which was owned by the state. It had a strict censorship policy (as per propaganda views of that era’s regime) and all the programs were prudently selected.

What the guy who selected the English shows did good was that he had a very good taste. There is a huge list of English language action, comedy and cartoon shows that kids of 80’s and 90’s love courtesy of PTV and NTM (the second channel a private one that came in the start of 90’s). Full House, AirWolf, Seseme Street, Captain Planet, Fresh Prince of Bel Air and the list goes on.

“Perfect Strangers” was launched in 1986 so it’s as old as me. Fast forward to 2017 and to this day I have been unable to find anyone who remembers it. It ran from 1986 till 1993 and had a total of 8 seasons. So the memories of first seven years of my life involve memories of this show. One of the first music I recall hearing is the show’s theme song and the ending harmonica always brings a smile to my face whenever i hear it.

The show revolves around the lives of two young men living in Los Angeles. One is Larry Appleton (Mark Linn-Baker) who is a regular guy in his 20’s coming from a big family with 9 siblings. He has just moved to the big city of Los Angeles and hopes to live alone for the first time in his life. The other is Balki Bartokomous (also in his 20’s) a happy-go-lucky guy who hails from the Mypos which is a fictional Greek island in the mediterranean.

Perfect Strangers

The story starts when balki who is brought up by his mother and has grown up watching American TV shows comes to America to live the American dream. He comes to Larry who happens to be his distant cousin.

And from there starts one of the best comedy sitcoms of 80’s and 90’s. Not only is the acting good but the physical comedy and movements were always up to the mark and you will be delighted to see the comical timing of Mark and Bronson aka Balki and Larry as they go by their daily routines of working in a newspaper office and living in their apartment.

Balki is new to America and struggles with the norms and language of the foreign nation. Larry takes the responsibility teaching him the American ways and becomes his mentor. The cousins are complete opposite of each other so things always get interesting.

The one liners are incredibly funny like Balki’s “Get out of the City” and “Don’t be ridiculous” and Larry’s “O My Lord”. And then there is Balki’s “Dance of joy”, which Larry and Balki do when they are Happy. If the show was aired in this age of internet it would have been a massive hit with a cult following. 

Dance of Joy - PS

But the best thing about the show is that it reminds of the era when there was no internet, people just seemed a little less stressed, more honest and more caring. But its human nature to always see past as good old days and this show is a perfect rendition of that.

Bronson Pincot is perfect as Balki (i named my dog after him) and is so good that you actually want to believe that Meypos is an actual place on world map. He was a heart-throb in th 80’s and 90’s and with those good looks he would have packed some major film roles if the show was aired in the 2000’s. But the icing on the cake is Mark Linn-Baker as Larry who in my opinion steals the show with his hilarious dialogue delivery and perfect timing. I can say so many things but its better that you watch it yourself and I don’t spoil the fun. 

If you are a fan of comedy sitcoms, do check this one out, you will surely love it. 10/10

Attended Guns N’ Roses Concert Dubai


GNROn 3rd March 2017 the thing that iv been dreaming for all my life finally happened. I attended Guns N’ Roses concert. Axl and Slash finally set aside their differences and the #NotInThisLifetime tour kicked off with 99 shows all around the world. On their Asian tour Dubai was their last stop, so as soon as i saw that they are coming to Dubai i said to myself i had to see them. Here are some memories from one of the most memorable day of my life.

And also completed first year in Dubai on 31 Mar 🙂

1.  Got the ticket the night before the concert


2. Reached at around 2 pm and yes there was this huge line waiting for me, people were there since morning

Guns N' Roses 1

3. The concert was due to start at 9 pm so i had good 6 hrs to kill


4. The entire arena had that Rock concert feeling …

5. Living the Moment – Sweet Child O Mine (singing my heart out)

6. Again livin the moment… \m/ – Paradise City

7. Always wanted to feel it live… Awesomeness, You Could be Mine

8. Welcome to the Jungle

9. Civil War

10. Live and Let Die

11. Mr Brownstone

12. Ending Fireworks

Let me Bleed

First Blog post of the year… something i wrote in 2015 🙂

Akhiz Munawar

Let me Bleed

Let me bleed
Lie to me
Twist the words, make them timeless
When the sun goes down and stars shimmer…
that soft silver glint in the eye
Pray that the clouds unleash
Sky paints a black coat to its soul
Move the shade away
Let the storm petrify
Warmth still lurks on the hammer’s head
Step away
Don’t tend to my wounds
Because sometimes
You bleed just to know you’re alive

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