Zahra Irfan

13/02/2020

Ghara bhi mitti
Main bhi mitti
- painting and thought by yours truly.

06/02/2020

Show skin
More skin
Look savage
Look innocent
Maybe some cleavage
Just pose and Expose
It sells better everytime
she does it more.
Be lust
Be desire
Be beauty
But
She's not a s*x symbol
Don't objectify
Dont call her beautiful
Shes a person
Be respectful
Dont touch her
Dont want her
Whatever you do don't flaunt her
Show skin
More skin
Legs, hips
Breasts, lips
Baby its freedom
She's on the ramp
On the street I'm
Not looking i dont notice
I dont recognize
Sort of dehumanized
Desensitized
No lust
No desire
No beauty
Now its the clothes
Its the bags its the jewelry
Vacation from Dubai to Amsterdam
Now thats what i want
On my instagram
What is truly real
Is seldom on my feed
Things too special
to show, capture or share
Not that special
She's already out there
Bold and bright she's a dynamite
Not personal
Not intimate
Show skin girl
The world is changing
And we are all in on it.

03/02/2020

Hello peeps.
I have started a restaurant by the name of Bucket Head in Lahore 🥳.
We have wings, pasta, bbq, fries and drinks.
Launch date: 7th February, Friday.
Address: 241C, Johar Town, PIA road.
Show up and have some amazing food. Its a 100% family run kitchen. (The sous-chef is my sister in law). I enjoy cooking together and it shows in the food!
@ Johar Town, Lahore

03/02/2020

Hello peeps.
I have started a restaurant by the name of Bucket Head in Lahore 🥳.
We have wings, pasta, bbq, fries and drinks.
Launch date: 7th February, Friday.
Address: 241C, Johar Town, PIA road.
Show up and have some amazing food. Its a 100% family run kitchen. I enjoy cooking together and it shows in the food!

@ Johar Town, Lahore

17/01/2020

Trust is so melodramatic
It reminds me
Of that aunt in desi families
Who goes to a wedding
And somehow manages to point out
The things that were not "proper"
Even years later
So effortlessly she brings them up
That one forgets how irrelevant
The topic has now become
Trust is like that
In the spring sun
You sit sipping good tea
Between marvelling at the perfect ratio
Of tea leaves and milk
Scent leaves the petals for a while
And trust reminds you it was broken.

16/01/2020

A Purple Morning.

15/01/2020

The other morning I woke up before you, stretching in leisurely drowsiness to the soft stable rythm of your breathing.
Amidst the lazy blinking I caught glimpses of you. I tried to draw your face while my eyes were closed. Could I draw your face without looking at you? If we did not meet for some time would I remember each line, each detail? I realised eventually I would forget. I would always remember how much I loved your face and how I felt when I saw you but the memories will eventually become less vivid. One day I might make up wondering how your hairline was shaped. I wouldn't be able to picture it. Im drained by the thought.
How could I forget the way you look?
I guess its important so that we can move forward and ahead. Even when someone we love is gone life has to keep going.

Suddenly it occured to me, in a moment of profound understanding, why God has no physical form. He is free from being forgotten or being remembered. He can never become a memory.

He simply is.

- The way you help me understand God. danyal

30/12/2019

09/12/2019

Doodle.
This took me an immense amount of time.
While making this I was thinking stuff like this is quite cool to gift to someone. So I'm open to commissions for a gift or something.

Made with a PIANO ball pen.

25/11/2019

Shades.

14/11/2019

A Shady Love, lady love.

13/11/2019

In a world of ms.hits
I'm a miss fit.
In a world of nudes
I'm an orange lipstick
You might think I'm confused
That I am not realistic
In a world of chicken fingers
Maybe I'm a fish stick
What I'm saying could be true
But it could also be bu****it.