I'm basically a practicing Psychiatrist and a self-taught artist as well. I'm simple, friendly and straight forward person; believe in mutual respect and human dignity.

I'm into photography, painting, and write on psychosocial issues and at times my derailed thoughts takes the form of poetry.

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I call my work as "The Politics of Stress" which basically is a dialogue with the society and system in which we are entrapped.

In my initial phase as an artist I was into realistic art mostly doing still life and pen and ink sketches, but now I must admit that being a disciple and friend of LATE SADEQUAIN I have identified my self with him, and my work has turned into distortion, surrealism or kind of modern art, but my contents are human emotions / expressions and social issues rather than the cactus.

 

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If you want you can contact me on my cell phone +9213002125446

 

Sixty years of independence

 

Thoughts are fragmented jumbled up in the mind

 

I still feel ashamed!

 

No escape as yet from the sphere of the bubble

 

Trapped in the bubbles no way out

 

Rappers of my antidepressants have gathered there on the floor

 

I’m afraid if any one popes in, would know the reality

 

But I’m my self unaware of it and finding the hidden meaning

 

Why are we afraid and governed by fear?

 

Curfew in the capital and massacre in the mosques

 

No food, no doctor and no morgue to keep the dead

 

DNA testing to find the identity

 

No way of knowing how long this would go on

 

Busy market place had a haunted look

 

Multiple demands of lawyers running amok under the hidden patronage

 

Suicide boomers Jihads and mullahs

 

Axis of evil and weapons of mass destructions

 

Charity is the name of the game for running an NGO

 

Army police and establishment all are corrupt

 

Power failures load shedding generators

 

Floods rainwater and thunder storms death by electrocution with out any sentence

 

Mockery of judiciary and politics at the cost of those who were martyred and buried with out honors!

 

Farewell to the free thinker and martial laws

 

There is nothing real every thing is digital and composed directed by the new masters

 

No real tunes from the soul on the Independence Day

 

Every thing is biologically and mechanically engineered

 

Molecular genetics clones and test tube babies

 

Robots and artificial intelligence

 

No human fragrance is there, but just all body deodorants

 

To wash away the psychological disgust as compulsives do

 

Dead fishes on the shore and oil spells and nuclear technology

 

Mobile networks and email connecting us

 

We are sitting in front of a cable TV

 

Watching the never ending saga of mother in law and daughter

 

And children are playing a war game on their play station three

 

No love no emotions no hugs and kisses

 

People are numb and so busy to express

 

Or is it the society is pronounced dead by the doctors

 

Underground pamphlets are spreading call it material of hatred like wildfire.

 

Democratically elected autocratic government replaced by an unelected autocratic one

 

Full term of the assemblies but this time again the child is a still birth!