By Sara Teasdale
I know the stars by their names,
And I know the path they take
Up heaven’s broad blue stair.
I know the secrets of men
By the look of their eyes,
Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts
Have made me sad and wise.
But your eyes are dark to me
Though they seem to call and call—
I cannot tell if you love me
Or do not love me at all.
I know many things,
But the years come and go,
I shall die not knowing
The thing I long to know.
By Zarnab Elahi
Mixed feelings and confused thoughts.
When join together in a flaw.
Here rises an awful excitement.
With so much anger and sadness.
Leading towards chaos.
Filled with many fantasies.
It forms an illusionary world.
With astonishing aims and purposes.
After absorbing my attention.
And dissolving my worries in it.
It let me alone with the same chaos.
And ambiguity in my thoughts.
In another strange world.
Where everything has now
By Laraib Zakir
With a tinge of eeriness
And then a whole lot of it,
It kills them.
First, slowly and steadily
And then out of drabness
It plunges its claws
Into their conscience
And then withdraws.
Leaving them agonized,
In pain, for many years to come.
By Ayesha Malik
As the delicate chandeliers
Swing from bough to bough
The yellow petals twinkle
With an effervescent glow
Each flower a quintessence
Of sunlight beyond reticence
The sun rays play peekaboo
A beatific vision they accrue
Bit by bit crystal prisms come ajar
Falling one by one as luminous stars
A yellow carpet stretches beneath
Each dimmed by the scurrying breeze
A dullness perpetuated in darkness
Refurbished by a sweet earnestness
A twist of artifice with nature blends
The night sky unscrupulously extends
Synthetic lamps are scattered around
The leafy boughs continue to astound
This time though, when the light glows
From copious electrons it easily flows
Consuming the nocturnal scenery
In a splurging flash of electric reverie.
Compiled by SK