Especially when it’s from someone we still long to be with, Spending time with such souls wards off ....
POEMS FOREVER
By Emily Jane Brontë
’Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
By Muneeb Maqsood,
It hurts the most,
When sudden goodbyes echo in our ears,
Especially when it’s from someone we still long to be with,
Spending time with such souls wards off,
The feelings of loneliness, sorrow and anger,
These individuals are truly a divine blessing,
For, they respect emotions deeply,
But, the most unfortunate is the one,
Who initially receives such caring gestures,
But eventually faces an indirect farewell,
Leaving the person pondering over their own guilt,
This painful departure brings a never-lasting ache,
For people may leave, but not the memories,
And memories kill one daily, timelessly,
For life is all about death,
Gifted to us by our best loved ones.
By Haniya Asad
The script of the drama
Was writ as I lay
There was life in my bones
Spite joined on the way
Love was a passerby
Welcome to stay
It left me behind
Shaking in the fray
Try as I might
To belay its departure
But the hatred it brought
Compelled me to sway
I plead with it now
To show me its face
But time’s past too much
I recognize it nay
The violence I felt
Now runs through my veins
Rammed with the malice
My core is now stray
I look in the mirror
And I see not my face
There’s just empty pupils
With darkness always
The glimmers of hope
They crush me again
They ignite the fire
Knowing not that they play
What’s left of the child
Whose silence was loud
It’s learnt to bleed inwards
No mess to display
A smiling facade
A heart that’s in pieces
Broken in spirit
The mind flayed its prey
There’s neither victor nor winner
In the wars with self
There’s horror and pain
Both sides always pay
My arms are now feeble
The body’s had enough
My mind is too fragile
So I ask this today
I wish it would end
this butchery of my soul
I welcome the closure
join us if it may
Compiled by SK
