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Smashwords Free Book Promotion
Dear All!
I know how much everyone loves free books, so I am announcing free giveaways on Smashwords of
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
All you have to do is open this link and download your copy of this Gothic treat!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
When you download the copy, Make sure you mark the book here as to-read( or Reading if you start it right away) and review it here!
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Happy Reading Everyone!
I know how much everyone loves free books, so I am announcing free giveaways on Smashwords of
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
All you have to do is open this link and download your copy of this Gothic treat!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
When you download the copy, Make sure you mark the book here as to-read( or Reading if you start it right away) and review it here!
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Happy Reading Everyone!
Ariel
My Dear Ariel
I was there when you were born
Red and little, so fragile
So beautiful
You were my angel
And my companion
My pillar of hope
And all that I wanted
I taught you how to ride a bicycle
And fell and broke your arm
I was sorry but you got better
And I knew no one can do you harm
One day our toys broke
And all our story books got soaked in the rain
We went to live under the sun
With glass walls around us
There were people who wanted to hurt you
And I kept all of them away
We prayed for a roof of our own
And God showed us a new way
I bought colors and pages for you
And you drew us and a cozy weather
You built new toys and I watched you play
Our walls started to grow weak
And we had to leave again
We had grown past the plants
And the kittens born in our yard
They were no longer little
They had lives of their own
I taught you how to smile
When you felt like hell inside
We made golden masks
With smiles fixed on them
We fooled everyone
Our friends and our foes
We sold all our toys
And started having fun
Day by day we lost
Every little part of us
And the masks became us
We stayed by each other
And you taught me how to stay me
I broke my walls like you broke your arm
I fixed myself too, but I was never that strong
Hush, dear rabbit
We’ll be okay
When the world crashes
And the glass walls shatter
We would still have each other
Arm in arm and it would be better
We’ll buy new toys for us
And we can’t afford them,
We’ll learn how to make them by ourselves
We’ll cry every night to sleep
And drink coffee everyday
You’ll be stronger than me
And I’ll lean on you then
When I’ll lose myself
You can pull me from the river
We’ll stay up all night
And pray to the All Giver
I’ll always love you
As you will love me
We’ll cry together just as we laugh together
We won’t let the stones shatter our glass house
Even if they do
My dear Ariel
I’ll let no stone touch you.
Hush, dear flower
You’re my only hope in this world.
May you always find love,
In places I didn't
And may you get all your toys back
Along with your childhood
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
I was there when you were born
Red and little, so fragile
So beautiful
You were my angel
And my companion
My pillar of hope
And all that I wanted
I taught you how to ride a bicycle
And fell and broke your arm
I was sorry but you got better
And I knew no one can do you harm
One day our toys broke
And all our story books got soaked in the rain
We went to live under the sun
With glass walls around us
There were people who wanted to hurt you
And I kept all of them away
We prayed for a roof of our own
And God showed us a new way
I bought colors and pages for you
And you drew us and a cozy weather
You built new toys and I watched you play
Our walls started to grow weak
And we had to leave again
We had grown past the plants
And the kittens born in our yard
They were no longer little
They had lives of their own
I taught you how to smile
When you felt like hell inside
We made golden masks
With smiles fixed on them
We fooled everyone
Our friends and our foes
We sold all our toys
And started having fun
Day by day we lost
Every little part of us
And the masks became us
We stayed by each other
And you taught me how to stay me
I broke my walls like you broke your arm
I fixed myself too, but I was never that strong
Hush, dear rabbit
We’ll be okay
When the world crashes
And the glass walls shatter
We would still have each other
Arm in arm and it would be better
We’ll buy new toys for us
And we can’t afford them,
We’ll learn how to make them by ourselves
We’ll cry every night to sleep
And drink coffee everyday
You’ll be stronger than me
And I’ll lean on you then
When I’ll lose myself
You can pull me from the river
We’ll stay up all night
And pray to the All Giver
I’ll always love you
As you will love me
We’ll cry together just as we laugh together
We won’t let the stones shatter our glass house
Even if they do
My dear Ariel
I’ll let no stone touch you.
Hush, dear flower
You’re my only hope in this world.
May you always find love,
In places I didn't
And may you get all your toys back
Along with your childhood
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
Mirrored Voices: Best New Poets
Best Poets Published in *Mirrored Voices*
Today, Mirrored Voices : Best New Poets Anthology has been released in print version with all additional versions to soon follow. I have been honored with the grace of working with such brilliant and talented authors such as Aric Cushing, Jason Hein, R.M Romarney, Jill M. Roberts, Mark Green, David Russell, Regis McCafferty, Carolyn O’Connell, Ben Ditmars, Roberto Carlos Martinez, Irum Zahra, Frederick Espiritu, Charlotte Cuevas, Louise Lake, Kristy Rulebreaker, Janice T, Nichia Morales, Koyel Mitra, Tim Ellis and Leesa Abbott. I thank these individuals immensely for taking part in this new poetry anthology and look forward to having our readers getting introduced to such high caliber artistic minds. These poets have been selected for their outstanding writing talents, achievements and grasp on the concept of expressive poetry. The various writing styles, topics and talent pool truly makes it impossible to pick a personal favorite. What I enjoyed specifically about this project was seeing what these authors had to offer up as their own creative voice. Seeing the body of work come together in harmony has thrilled me immensely. It was as though this collection was meant to be together and fill the same pages. Every time I re-read a poetry passage I pick up on new things I have either missed, feel a different emotion more intensely about, or see things a new way. This book is packed with over a hundred poems of scholarly and impressive established and upcoming authors from all walks of life, some of which have been already noticed and won various awards. I hope you enjoy this selected collection of poetry as much as I have.
“Letters are meaningless unless put together correctly. Words are worthless unless backed by truth. Sentences are handed out and judged accordingly, but only genuinely honest men or women can create writings that change the world forever.” –Paul Morabito
-This text is taken by Paul’s website. To know more, See:
http://www.paul-morabito.com/blog-page
Today, Mirrored Voices : Best New Poets Anthology has been released in print version with all additional versions to soon follow. I have been honored with the grace of working with such brilliant and talented authors such as Aric Cushing, Jason Hein, R.M Romarney, Jill M. Roberts, Mark Green, David Russell, Regis McCafferty, Carolyn O’Connell, Ben Ditmars, Roberto Carlos Martinez, Irum Zahra, Frederick Espiritu, Charlotte Cuevas, Louise Lake, Kristy Rulebreaker, Janice T, Nichia Morales, Koyel Mitra, Tim Ellis and Leesa Abbott. I thank these individuals immensely for taking part in this new poetry anthology and look forward to having our readers getting introduced to such high caliber artistic minds. These poets have been selected for their outstanding writing talents, achievements and grasp on the concept of expressive poetry. The various writing styles, topics and talent pool truly makes it impossible to pick a personal favorite. What I enjoyed specifically about this project was seeing what these authors had to offer up as their own creative voice. Seeing the body of work come together in harmony has thrilled me immensely. It was as though this collection was meant to be together and fill the same pages. Every time I re-read a poetry passage I pick up on new things I have either missed, feel a different emotion more intensely about, or see things a new way. This book is packed with over a hundred poems of scholarly and impressive established and upcoming authors from all walks of life, some of which have been already noticed and won various awards. I hope you enjoy this selected collection of poetry as much as I have.
“Letters are meaningless unless put together correctly. Words are worthless unless backed by truth. Sentences are handed out and judged accordingly, but only genuinely honest men or women can create writings that change the world forever.” –Paul Morabito
-This text is taken by Paul’s website. To know more, See:
http://www.paul-morabito.com/blog-page
Reviving Literature: Daastan holds its Brand Launch Ceremony!
Literature is the essence of civilization in a society and striving to get literature the importance it deserves is exactly what people at 'Daastan' are doing. 'Daastan - A Literary Forum' held its brand launch in the city of Lahore at Arfa Kareem Technology Park on April 16, 2015. The event, in itself, was an inspiring experience for the 50+ young literary enthusiasts present there.
The show started with Syeda Aisha Ameer, co-founder of Daastan, welcoming the guests followed by a video displaying the journey of Daastan so far. The video had been prepared by Abdul Wahab from Revolution Flame: an NGO. Once the guests had witnessed Daastan's accomplishments in its short journey, Daastan's young founder, Ommar Amer came forward to share his views. He emphasized upon the crucial status of literature from every dimension and explained how 'writing' is way more significant than the credit people of Pakistan happen to give it. He also shared his beliefs about how Daastan aims to fill the gap and that his brand would soon be the center of international attention for the quality writers it would produce.
Interests further heightened when young speakers from various literary backgrounds were given a chance on the stage. These included Mughees Anwar: founding member of AniMAG, the first ever anime magazine of Pakistan; Hassan Siddiqui: Pakistan's first comic book writer; Ghalib Khalil: founder of Rescue Pakistan Youth Forum with its applaudable projects for the country including the magnificent Project Azaad Pakistan and Rutaba Yaqoob: the emerging singer/songwriter who has been a part of Nescafe Basement. The author Irum Zahra was there who is our country's first Free Verse Gothic Poet and there she launched a poetic masterpiece named 'Psychaotic: See The World In Black And Red' which promises a strict reality check! She talked to the media and also distributed signed copies of her book among her readers.
The event's closing ceremony came last with Sarah Tariq Gilani, the assistant manager of Plan 9, distributing awards and shields to partners of Dastaan including its media partners which were SBN, Da Artist, Radio FM 89 and Express News.
The mere fact that they were all young people there achieving all these milestones was a wake up call for people who somehow still don't believe in our youth. Pakistan's literature industry has done its rightful share of waiting and now it deserves a sincere effort towards the fulfilment of Daastan's aims.
Credits: Noor.ul.Ain from Beyond Sanity Publishing
The show started with Syeda Aisha Ameer, co-founder of Daastan, welcoming the guests followed by a video displaying the journey of Daastan so far. The video had been prepared by Abdul Wahab from Revolution Flame: an NGO. Once the guests had witnessed Daastan's accomplishments in its short journey, Daastan's young founder, Ommar Amer came forward to share his views. He emphasized upon the crucial status of literature from every dimension and explained how 'writing' is way more significant than the credit people of Pakistan happen to give it. He also shared his beliefs about how Daastan aims to fill the gap and that his brand would soon be the center of international attention for the quality writers it would produce.
Interests further heightened when young speakers from various literary backgrounds were given a chance on the stage. These included Mughees Anwar: founding member of AniMAG, the first ever anime magazine of Pakistan; Hassan Siddiqui: Pakistan's first comic book writer; Ghalib Khalil: founder of Rescue Pakistan Youth Forum with its applaudable projects for the country including the magnificent Project Azaad Pakistan and Rutaba Yaqoob: the emerging singer/songwriter who has been a part of Nescafe Basement. The author Irum Zahra was there who is our country's first Free Verse Gothic Poet and there she launched a poetic masterpiece named 'Psychaotic: See The World In Black And Red' which promises a strict reality check! She talked to the media and also distributed signed copies of her book among her readers.
The event's closing ceremony came last with Sarah Tariq Gilani, the assistant manager of Plan 9, distributing awards and shields to partners of Dastaan including its media partners which were SBN, Da Artist, Radio FM 89 and Express News.
The mere fact that they were all young people there achieving all these milestones was a wake up call for people who somehow still don't believe in our youth. Pakistan's literature industry has done its rightful share of waiting and now it deserves a sincere effort towards the fulfilment of Daastan's aims.
Credits: Noor.ul.Ain from Beyond Sanity Publishing
Perceptions
Perceptions
Perception is a second word for judging something or someone by what they do, or did or are planning to do... perception is to believe that a person would behave exactly how you imagine he/she would and it’s not even unethical it is completely justified by our actions. We think and do what is right because our heart tells us to. We don’t think for a second how that would affect anyone else. All what matters is; what we think. What we perceive. Everyone sees things in their own way. The meaning of perception varies from person to person. For a writer, perception is everything. They would judge things in a manner no one would. Because they create art. They are artists. Just as everyone is of their own lives. We all decide to paint our lives differently. Some with sin others with morals…
Perception is also that false hope, which ruins our faith, which makes us insecure and which makes us trapped in the idea that love doesn't exist… And there is no salvation. There is no one for us. And even if there is, we don’t see it that way. We continue to linger in our negative imagination our false hopes and dreams and then we turn so miserable, that we don’t sleep at night.
We start to think about all the things that could happen to us, change us, make us better. But what we are doing is to build more dreams on already broken dreams. There is no building made. There is no tower of light. You’ll keep falling trying to build those up but they won’t stand a chance. You’ll lose. There goes your future-false-hope. See you make a twisted story in your head that you will eventually get past all of what holds you back from what is better and what is beautiful…riches or success or fame or power…or beauty…youth… but this all just an illusion. Daydream. It’s a lullaby you use to sleep at night… you keep on imagining things to happen in the most amazing ways anyone could think of. And everything looks so beautiful and perfect till you fall asleep. When you wake up the next morning, you’re the same person who wants a dead black coffee because know you have to live another day on this planet full of morons.
Why can’t it all come true? Because you only imagine yourself doing it. You don’t actually do anything about it. Nothing. You wake up you have breakfast, you spend the day complaining and listen to everyone complaining about everything happening to them …you lay in your bed and then you start to build that fallen fort again. I dare you. One day, don’t build it. Don’t think about anything. Don’t start the illusion. Don’t imagine anything. See if you dream anything different. See if you dream about killing someone. Killing someone you hate. No wait, that would be a nightmare since we’re all so goddamn ethical.
We all do that. Judge. Hypocrisy will be the death of us all. And quite frankly, we love being hypocrites. It’s a day to day game of pretend-you-like-someone-you-want-to throw-acid-at. We are such good actors. Acting as if morals and rules are so perfect and we are so good and model citizens because we pay our taxes. The whole world is filled with people who kill people in their minds just for the heck of it. And then they visit their churches their mosques…their cathedrals…false hopes and false beliefs. They all hide under them. Hide their faces and what they truly are. They know. They know it so very well that they are animals who have learnt to perceive things the way they want them to be.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
Perception is a second word for judging something or someone by what they do, or did or are planning to do... perception is to believe that a person would behave exactly how you imagine he/she would and it’s not even unethical it is completely justified by our actions. We think and do what is right because our heart tells us to. We don’t think for a second how that would affect anyone else. All what matters is; what we think. What we perceive. Everyone sees things in their own way. The meaning of perception varies from person to person. For a writer, perception is everything. They would judge things in a manner no one would. Because they create art. They are artists. Just as everyone is of their own lives. We all decide to paint our lives differently. Some with sin others with morals…
Perception is also that false hope, which ruins our faith, which makes us insecure and which makes us trapped in the idea that love doesn't exist… And there is no salvation. There is no one for us. And even if there is, we don’t see it that way. We continue to linger in our negative imagination our false hopes and dreams and then we turn so miserable, that we don’t sleep at night.
We start to think about all the things that could happen to us, change us, make us better. But what we are doing is to build more dreams on already broken dreams. There is no building made. There is no tower of light. You’ll keep falling trying to build those up but they won’t stand a chance. You’ll lose. There goes your future-false-hope. See you make a twisted story in your head that you will eventually get past all of what holds you back from what is better and what is beautiful…riches or success or fame or power…or beauty…youth… but this all just an illusion. Daydream. It’s a lullaby you use to sleep at night… you keep on imagining things to happen in the most amazing ways anyone could think of. And everything looks so beautiful and perfect till you fall asleep. When you wake up the next morning, you’re the same person who wants a dead black coffee because know you have to live another day on this planet full of morons.
Why can’t it all come true? Because you only imagine yourself doing it. You don’t actually do anything about it. Nothing. You wake up you have breakfast, you spend the day complaining and listen to everyone complaining about everything happening to them …you lay in your bed and then you start to build that fallen fort again. I dare you. One day, don’t build it. Don’t think about anything. Don’t start the illusion. Don’t imagine anything. See if you dream anything different. See if you dream about killing someone. Killing someone you hate. No wait, that would be a nightmare since we’re all so goddamn ethical.
We all do that. Judge. Hypocrisy will be the death of us all. And quite frankly, we love being hypocrites. It’s a day to day game of pretend-you-like-someone-you-want-to throw-acid-at. We are such good actors. Acting as if morals and rules are so perfect and we are so good and model citizens because we pay our taxes. The whole world is filled with people who kill people in their minds just for the heck of it. And then they visit their churches their mosques…their cathedrals…false hopes and false beliefs. They all hide under them. Hide their faces and what they truly are. They know. They know it so very well that they are animals who have learnt to perceive things the way they want them to be.
Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
To Play A Broken Record
I hate it when I am trying to write about things such as life, career, parents, friends, freedom, life and death…
But my entire mind agrees to talk about you.
I keep trying to rewrite what I have, remake what I am. And all I manage to think is how you are so content with happened to us, that you sleep just as perfectly fine as any other person. A person who isn’t in love, and why? Because you say that there is no time and space left for real love. So what am I supposed to do then? Cry?
I sure as hell have cried too much. Way too much, and I keep missing you. Not on big occasions, well yes on them too…but on little things. Like your favorite coffee…like your favorite place to eat and how you like to eat. Your disgust on things…and it makes me utterly allergic to that specific thing at once with no reason other than you, you alone. Every time I try and focus on things, you’re the one who sneaks inside my brain and corrupts it. Suddenly I want your hands wrapped around my waist. And your lips near my ears telling me to slow down. Because there is a coldplay song on the radio in your car; and you want us to be in that song.
Together
It really is; a shame for us to part.
Am I supposed to forget you? Like you forgot me?
I was your psycho. And you were my therapist. I fell in love with you. And you tore yourself away from me. You should, come back and haunt me. Even for one more time.
Just once
I want to show you how I have learned to smoke so secretly. I want to tell you how many drugs I have tried. I want you to see my eyes. Darkened with sleeplessness and I want to prove to you that I am not a drag.
No.
I am doing something with my life.
I am trying. I am fighting.
Not just to survive, but to live.
I am brave. I am living without you.
It’s a hard thing to do, but I am trying to.
One day, I’ll see you. You’ll be right in front of me. And I would be able to reach out and kiss you.
I am waiting for that day. I am still hoping…Which means I am alive.
To Play A Broken Record,Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
Order Here:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
But my entire mind agrees to talk about you.
I keep trying to rewrite what I have, remake what I am. And all I manage to think is how you are so content with happened to us, that you sleep just as perfectly fine as any other person. A person who isn’t in love, and why? Because you say that there is no time and space left for real love. So what am I supposed to do then? Cry?
I sure as hell have cried too much. Way too much, and I keep missing you. Not on big occasions, well yes on them too…but on little things. Like your favorite coffee…like your favorite place to eat and how you like to eat. Your disgust on things…and it makes me utterly allergic to that specific thing at once with no reason other than you, you alone. Every time I try and focus on things, you’re the one who sneaks inside my brain and corrupts it. Suddenly I want your hands wrapped around my waist. And your lips near my ears telling me to slow down. Because there is a coldplay song on the radio in your car; and you want us to be in that song.
Together
It really is; a shame for us to part.
Am I supposed to forget you? Like you forgot me?
I was your psycho. And you were my therapist. I fell in love with you. And you tore yourself away from me. You should, come back and haunt me. Even for one more time.
Just once
I want to show you how I have learned to smoke so secretly. I want to tell you how many drugs I have tried. I want you to see my eyes. Darkened with sleeplessness and I want to prove to you that I am not a drag.
No.
I am doing something with my life.
I am trying. I am fighting.
Not just to survive, but to live.
I am brave. I am living without you.
It’s a hard thing to do, but I am trying to.
One day, I’ll see you. You’ll be right in front of me. And I would be able to reach out and kiss you.
I am waiting for that day. I am still hoping…Which means I am alive.
To Play A Broken Record,Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black
Order Here:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poets
I'm very Happy and Honored to announce that the third installment of the Poetry Anthology Series, Mirrored Voices is Published! It has writers and Poets featured from around the globe.
I am lucky and honored to be in it as well.
I have 4 books on my credit now. Congratulations to all the authors who are featured in this literary history making event.
This combined poetic anthology embraces free thinking of the untapped mind and spirit. The vast array of best contemporary poets from around the globe share their voices together in harmony. Various styles and thoughts flourish amongst the pages, bringing emotions to life and creating beauty from nothingness. The writers included in this collection have been selectively chosen to represent the best modern talent of the age. The list of extraordinary poets featured within include such great talent as Paul Morabito, Aric Cushing, Jason P. Hein, Laura Madeline Wiseman, Regina Puckett, Laura Crean, R.M Romarney, Clarissa Simmens, Mark Green, Irum Zahra, Laura A. Lord, Regis McCafferty, Roberto Carlos Martinez, Linda Dobinson, Robert G. Brown, Carolyn O'Connell, Sherry Rentschler, Ben Ditmars, Christopher Meesto Erato, Jill Roberts, Dr. Leesa Abbott, Nichia Morales, Andrea McKenzie Raine, Koyel Mitra, Helle Gade, Terri Cannon, Jerome Michael Bailey, Harika Kottakota, Hafsa Idrees and Kristy Rulebreaker.
Here is the Amazon Link:
http://www.amazon.com/Mirrored-Voices...
I am lucky and honored to be in it as well.
I have 4 books on my credit now. Congratulations to all the authors who are featured in this literary history making event.
This combined poetic anthology embraces free thinking of the untapped mind and spirit. The vast array of best contemporary poets from around the globe share their voices together in harmony. Various styles and thoughts flourish amongst the pages, bringing emotions to life and creating beauty from nothingness. The writers included in this collection have been selectively chosen to represent the best modern talent of the age. The list of extraordinary poets featured within include such great talent as Paul Morabito, Aric Cushing, Jason P. Hein, Laura Madeline Wiseman, Regina Puckett, Laura Crean, R.M Romarney, Clarissa Simmens, Mark Green, Irum Zahra, Laura A. Lord, Regis McCafferty, Roberto Carlos Martinez, Linda Dobinson, Robert G. Brown, Carolyn O'Connell, Sherry Rentschler, Ben Ditmars, Christopher Meesto Erato, Jill Roberts, Dr. Leesa Abbott, Nichia Morales, Andrea McKenzie Raine, Koyel Mitra, Helle Gade, Terri Cannon, Jerome Michael Bailey, Harika Kottakota, Hafsa Idrees and Kristy Rulebreaker.
Here is the Amazon Link:
http://www.amazon.com/Mirrored-Voices...
Beyond Sanity Publishing
Hey There!
I am Irum Zahra and I am proud to introduce myself as a person who depends on words to define feelings.
I really want to stay updated and connect with readers and writers here in Pakistan.
My first book, Psychaotic has sold over 500 copies worldwide and over 1000 ebook formats.
I am currently running a publishing company by the name of 'Beyond Sanity Publishing'
which is now accepting submissions for all genres. I have currently 6 projects up and running and I will sign 6 more writers in January.
I am looking for writers who are are searching for guidance and recognition.
My publishing company is presently providing Proofreading, editing, Formatting, Ebook conversion, ISBN allotment, Copyright, Reviews, Book photography, Paperback printing, Cover design and much more.
To know more, follow, irumzahra.wordpress.com
Here is my email:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
I am HERE for ALL writers. Please let me know if you or someone you know needs a publisher who ca understand and guide instead of Exploiting the writer.
Cheers!
Me?
I love music, it is the cure to all frustrations. I primarily love rockand metal music but I tend to deviate often to orchestra and Alternative rock.
There are three things I love the most in the world:
Rain, Books and Coffee.So the best time for me to review YOUR book would be winters. logo(Summers are cool too! ADD tea in it)
There is never enough detail you can know about a person.
Read more of their work, and you’ll know more about them.
Here are few more links you'd like to see:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/BeyondTheEdg...
https://www.facebook.com/PsychaoticIr...
https://www.facebook.com/IrumZahraOff...
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
For Reviews and Submissions:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
TouchTalent:
http://www.touchtalent.com/artist/433...
Twitter:
@IrumZahraWriter
Instagram:
irum.zahra
"And then, I have nature and art and poetry and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
-Van Gogh
I am Irum Zahra and I am proud to introduce myself as a person who depends on words to define feelings.
I really want to stay updated and connect with readers and writers here in Pakistan.
My first book, Psychaotic has sold over 500 copies worldwide and over 1000 ebook formats.
I am currently running a publishing company by the name of 'Beyond Sanity Publishing'
which is now accepting submissions for all genres. I have currently 6 projects up and running and I will sign 6 more writers in January.
I am looking for writers who are are searching for guidance and recognition.
My publishing company is presently providing Proofreading, editing, Formatting, Ebook conversion, ISBN allotment, Copyright, Reviews, Book photography, Paperback printing, Cover design and much more.
To know more, follow, irumzahra.wordpress.com
Here is my email:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
I am HERE for ALL writers. Please let me know if you or someone you know needs a publisher who ca understand and guide instead of Exploiting the writer.
Cheers!
Me?
I love music, it is the cure to all frustrations. I primarily love rockand metal music but I tend to deviate often to orchestra and Alternative rock.
There are three things I love the most in the world:
Rain, Books and Coffee.So the best time for me to review YOUR book would be winters. logo(Summers are cool too! ADD tea in it)
There is never enough detail you can know about a person.
Read more of their work, and you’ll know more about them.
Here are few more links you'd like to see:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/BeyondTheEdg...
https://www.facebook.com/PsychaoticIr...
https://www.facebook.com/IrumZahraOff...
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
For Reviews and Submissions:
irumzahraofficial@gmail.com
TouchTalent:
http://www.touchtalent.com/artist/433...
Twitter:
@IrumZahraWriter
Instagram:
irum.zahra
"And then, I have nature and art and poetry and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
-Van Gogh
GIVEAWAY ALERT!
Here is your chance to get Goodreads Poetry Semi Finalist book "Psychaotic'
A divine combination of Gothic and free verse Poetry and passages.
Here is what you have to do!
Vote for the Book on Goodreads Poetry section, and inbox the author with your email address!
You'll get an ebook in your email ASAP!
AAAAANNNNDD! If you win the giveaway, You'll get:
1. A signed Copy of Psychaotic
2. Beautiful Hand made Bookmark
3. A beautiful Keychain
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A divine combination of Gothic and free verse Poetry and passages.
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Unnamed Name
Its brutally insane of you think that tears matter to people who live more pretend lives than you do.
You change your clothes, the way you speak, the way you treat people, the food you eat, the places you go.
But you would never be able to hide your nature.
This is what makes us relate to animals.
Our nature. Will never change.
We might be nice to everyone. We might tell you we love you more than the oceans and the trenches in the oceans but, what we don't tell, is is a whole storyline of our wicked, selfish, stubborn nature.
Tears? Really?
Are you for real?
Are those even real?
Please. You always cry for something other than you are upset about. Your head is exploding with anger and frustration about how the universe throws you around like a freaking football and you start crying because you see a dead word? A dead flower?
Spilled ink?
Faded cut marks?
No. You just need an excuse to take the salt in your eyes out.
Who could really blame you?
You made yourself like this.
You, yourself is to blame.
Idiot.
When people matter more than nature, (They never do) you carry on as nothing happened. When inside your brain lobes you curse your every breath, regret every moment and yell at all pieces of burned memories.
Stupid heart.
The sheer force of royal blues hit you in your wings like that ice cold wind on the mountains.
Screw tears.
They don't matter.
-Invictus, Irum Zahra
*Copyrighted Material*
You change your clothes, the way you speak, the way you treat people, the food you eat, the places you go.
But you would never be able to hide your nature.
This is what makes us relate to animals.
Our nature. Will never change.
We might be nice to everyone. We might tell you we love you more than the oceans and the trenches in the oceans but, what we don't tell, is is a whole storyline of our wicked, selfish, stubborn nature.
Tears? Really?
Are you for real?
Are those even real?
Please. You always cry for something other than you are upset about. Your head is exploding with anger and frustration about how the universe throws you around like a freaking football and you start crying because you see a dead word? A dead flower?
Spilled ink?
Faded cut marks?
No. You just need an excuse to take the salt in your eyes out.
Who could really blame you?
You made yourself like this.
You, yourself is to blame.
Idiot.
When people matter more than nature, (They never do) you carry on as nothing happened. When inside your brain lobes you curse your every breath, regret every moment and yell at all pieces of burned memories.
Stupid heart.
The sheer force of royal blues hit you in your wings like that ice cold wind on the mountains.
Screw tears.
They don't matter.
-Invictus, Irum Zahra
*Copyrighted Material*
