By S. K
Fri, 05, 24

Not letting those tears drop, I made my own heart heavy ... I built a facade to make myself worthy ...



Over hill, over dale - from ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’

by William Shakespeare

A wood near Athens.

A Fairy speaks.

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moon’s sphere;

And I serve the fairy queen,

To dew her orbs upon the green:

The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

In their gold coats spots you see;

Those be rubies, fairy favours,

In those freckles live their savours:

I must go seek some dew-drops here

And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I’ll be gone;

Our queen and all her elves come here anon.


By Momina Hassan

A vision seen by the blind

Inescapable phenomena of life

Thy desires fulfill the night

Moments to wander the shades of sight

Evening awaits the dusk

And you lay your head on the wings of dreams

Be hopeful

By Khadeeja-tul-Kubra

Be hopeful for that lucky day

When the earth shall glisten in the ray

And pen shall replace the sword

Righter not might shall be the lord

Stand fast and pray for that time

When your fortune shall shine

‘Tis a smaller seed that grows a tree

Graceful shadowy lands there be

Light often comes after dark

And that removes pain marks

Preserve hope and attitude well

Its rewards eternity shall tell.

Do you see me?

By Rumaissa Chouhan

My life had always been encaged

Not by others, but myself

Doubting my wings, limiting my flights

The mountains are so high, what if I fall

Doubting my words, restricting friendships

My talks are dumb, what if I don’t make sense

Acting strong, never asking for a hand to hold

Don’t appear weak, what if I get discarded

Not letting those tears drop, I made my own heart heavy

I built a facade to make myself worthy

I let myself down to become the one that you might see

So tell me now, am I visible?

Compiled by SK