POETS' CORNER

Spellbound

By Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.

Was that unfamiliar you?

By Shah Jan Bashir

Once, in the night, an unfamiliar face appeared,

Nowhere but in my dream,

Suggesting to me to live peacefully,

Confused whether that was the shadow of emotions,

Or else that was a fairy face of yours,

Retrieving the gone memories,

I am sure that was you, not the shadow,

Healing my heart with truths and rebirthing the trust, gone afar from my mind,

The late forgiveness does nothing,

But freshens the old pain,

Was that the guideline to have faith again in you?

What could that be?

Really, was that you?

Appearing in the night in the shape of a shadow,

Or was it my obsessive-compulsive disorder?

And then it grew

By Fareeha Manzoor

And then it grew

It slowly spread.

Silently; real silently,

Upon me it fed.

Lying alone, the silence more than the ordinary one,

Crept upon me.

And suddenly, one day, I met my life.

Some unfulfilled wishes,

Some longing and desires.

We left them behind

And together we flew.

The dreams in our eyes,

We made them true.

Then as suddenly as it came,

It lost the wings and left

Me alone

Crowded with my loneliness,

Shrouded in this hollowness.

Now our dreams give me the strength

To fight in my struggle

And

Meet my life in foreverness.

O’ bright, bright eyes of yours!

By Ali Asghar Ghani

O’ bright, bright eyes of yours!

Only within them

I see,Warmth of spring

Twinkling stars

Boiling sun

Swollen moon

The kingdom lies within me

Lost all of them since long

Compiled by SK