By S. K
Fri, 04, 24

Sending waves of fearful questions to introspect as if we’re humans or have evil souls....



A dream within a dream

By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow—

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand—

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep—while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Echoes of devotion

By Abid Agha

Just like lost souls,

Sufis and malangs wander around,

Day and night,

Dancing to the beats of the dhol

Selflessly and entranced,

Both inside and outside the shrine.

Devotees of all ages are seen,

They, in groups and alone,

Throw currency notes at the dancing malangs,

And distribute food among the needy.

All are tied by a single knot,

And a deep spiritual connection.

They do not wish to return empty-handed,

Keep on praying with wet eyes.

As the day ends,

Devotees start returning to their destinations,

Who knows how many are blessed,

And how many deprived.

Humanity is doomed

By Nazish Sabir

The world has failed some beings in so many ways,


No guard,

No protection.

Air filled with smell of bombs and taste of poison,

Buildings drawing a picture of tears, Crushed souls,

And heartbreaking events.

A picture speaking of the cruelties,

Done in the name of justice,

When in real,

Justice demands no criminal acts,

Rather dialogue and peaceful action.

Mass killings,

Women being harrased in the brutal possible ways,

Undergoing physical, emotional and mental abuse,

Why the world still looks for ways to proof;

What is ‘right’ and what is happening ‘wrong’.

Sometimes it seems,

As if the world was made for the brutals to commit such acts alone.

Sending waves of fearful questions to introspect as if we’re humans or have evil souls.

The eyes witness none but innocents,

Facing adversity,

One after another,

Struggling in chains of a never stopping game.

Oh, Lord!

I wonder, if there lies a court in this world to prevent the chaos,

That keeps on destroying so many lives,

In the thirst for worldly desires,

For so long.

Compiled by SK