POEMS FOREVER

Hope is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

Goodbye

By Rumaissa Chouhan

It is time to bid farewell, time to say goodbye

It is time to look back and embrace every cry

The feelings that you lost, and the lessons that you gained

Light up your path, and wear the chains

But let them know, you have loved them all along

You have tried your best to right your wrong

Time does not wait nor does it cease

Like the leaves it falls, like the sand it slips

Wounds get healed, and scars, vanish

But in the field of consciousness, pain does not perish

Being brave and kind, forgive and forget

Let the flame not become fire, let it not beget regret

For the one last time, catechize those eyes

Will we meet again when the stars would align?

Growing old

By Amna Ameer

As I grow older

I understand more

I know now

That life isn’t fair

And most words

Are lost

In translation

I know where to keep

Hidden meanings

In between lines

That run across

My palm

And I try to find

Where does it break

The part

Where family

That was once together

Now is scattered apart

I mourn the loss

In between

Chapters

That are already

Misprinted

With meanings

Misconstrued

What it meant

To be in love

And have your

Feelings subdued

Or to mourn

A death

In absence

All alone

Who hears a bawling heart?

When all the world

Is deep in sleep

Forgone

Where wounds are hidden

Masked by smiles

All the pleasantries intact

My heart aches

And wonders why

Why must it take

This mammoth of pain?

Where to put this sadness

Does this moroseness have a name?

Too much has already been claimed

By an emptiness

No one can define

It is just a pause

A stutter

Somedays when I thought

My life was mine

But now I understand

All that which is dictated

My will

My happiness

How I cope

With the debilitated

Memories

Of a past life

And the ones

That are lost

Where do lost things go?

When the mind no longer remembers?

Do they stay as a shadow

Or a wisp of nostalgia?

Or are they kept undercover

So no one calls it by its name

I am here

I am here

Says the ghost

Of past mistakes

So I sit next to it

Let the wave

Wash over me

I drown and I keep up

Dancing in this revelry

I know where it hurts

And where to ice the ache

Some coldness stings

And I usher in spring

Compiled by SK