By Iqra Nazeer
It's scary what snow can blanket
In the woods desolate 'n distant,
It's scary just the same
About a grin.
By Amna Ameer
Alone I carry
The bane of my existence
Like a feather
Swaying in the wind
Without a home
Residing only in poetry
Of heavy words
And sublime feelings
Alone I travel
The unchartered lands
Of unknown fears
Making sense of days
That change into nights
Blinking away a lifetime
That on longer belongs to only me
It is shared
With seasons
Confiding at the equinox
Secrets that only I decipher
Held captive in the shadows
That walk next to me at night
They know where I sleep
And creep into my morning tea
Tasting the bitter reality
Of where I used to be
Inside my mind is a home
I built so long ago
I've forgotten where I put the keys
Drowning in deep slumber
Is who I was some time ago
Alone I watch the sunset
As twilight turns to dust
And I watch the world belong to someone else
At least for now I know
The reflection I see
Is no longer me.
Rhyme ‘n’ reason
An apostrophe is a poetic device where the writer addresses a person or thing that isn’t present with an exclamation.
“O stranger of the future!
O inconceivable being!
whatever the shape of your house,
no matter how strange and colorless the clothes you
may wear,
I bet nobody there likes a wet dog either.
I bet everybody in your pub
even the children, pushes her away.”
- Billy Collins, “To A Stranger Born In Some Distant Country Hundreds Of Years From Now”
By Mah Noor
And then
All of a sudden
I began to like
The things I can't withstand
The change
Compiled by SK