By Ayesha Malik
The ringing bells of the highway
Calm the raging storms that lay
Open palms invite me to stay
Digging my feet into the clay
Morning star guides my way
I am happy to frolic and play
Humanity has wandered astray
I grab the fleeting images of hay
Floating and in the air they sway
I arrest my thoughts on the way
Cherish them till they fly away
Life is but an unvarnished stage
Falling and rising, slipping away
Letting my nightmares slide away
By Anam Afzaal
Strange
Isn’t it?
When you learn how to live in the dark alleys of mind.
And the way map opens up in the distant horizon,
Where the faintest glow of the city lights bring life to the lifeless crispy trees.
Like,
The moments that abandon your heart forever.
Boom!
Does it rain? On a sunny day?
Or like any happy dream left its tail end?
No, maybe
It’s a rainbow on the sky, and it’ll disappear in a while.
Or it’s a total eclipse of the heart.
What makes everything beautiful only with a touch...
By Robert Frost
A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradise as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.
It lifts existence on a plane of snow
One level higher than the earth below,
One level nearer heaven overhead,
And last year’s berries shining scarlet red
By Mashaal Farid
Powdered face in coatings of thick white base
A walking dead primed to fit in crowd with grace
A Dress was ready to be worn
Designed from the pieces once torn
A figure not susceptible turned smile into an art
And clothed the naked vulnerability of my heart.
Compiled by SK