Poems forever
By Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
By Esha Bakht
The spirit of spring in full bloom
Seems to vanish,
Leaving behind a trail of dry brown leaves.
The wind echoes
Through tiny spring leaves.
The season alters,
Like a gushing breeze.
By Amna Ameer
For almost half a decade
I found myself
At my reckoning
Or unbecoming
I don't know
What to name it
But it was a sort of death
As surreal and vulnerable
As birth
I took the past twenty-five or so years
And burned them to ashes
I used that carnage
And turned that dust
Into ink
I etched pages after pages
With my pain and distress
There was no one
To hold those words
Or to witness this wreckage
What I learnt
In those moments of despair
Was that the ultimate
Sense of being
In this life
Is to be seen
It is to have someone else
Witness our bruises
And the broken bones
To be alive
Means to be noticed
To be comforted
And acknowledged
For the longest time
I had convinced myself
I was better off
Unseen
Unheard
And forgotten
Peers and naysayers
Had convinced me
My voice didn't matter
They crushed my spirit
They dismantled my personality
They took my truth
And posted it everywhere
As the most convenient lie
They took my kindness
As weakness
And made me question
My very being
And that's where I found myself
Almost camouflaged
In the background
With no one to notice
The dying shadow
Till I felt an eager soul
Cut from the same cloth
With a pain that pulsed the same
Notice I had some will left
To survive
It is the very act of being seen
That almost saved me
It gave purpose to the pain
And some solace to the ache
It silenced the growing voices
And tamed the past demons
It made me more than my flaws
And gave my suffering some dignity
Sometimes it is in the deprivation
That we share
The kindred spirits become whole
It is in the missing pieces
All puzzles are complete
And stars align
It takes one stroke of luck
And serendipity
To learn what it takes to survive