Suddenly, the sky was shrouded in dense, grey clouds. A droplet brushed against my face, tenderly ....
Poems forever
By Edgar Alan 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?
By Abid Agha
Once again, I returned
to the wet sands of the beach.
No one was in sight,
only chirping birds and utter silence.
Gazing at the tides, I sat on the wet sand,
Listening to their rhythmic tunes,
Waiting for you,
But as time passed, I felt lost and adrift.
Still, no one was in sight.
Suddenly, the sky was shrouded in dense, grey clouds.
A droplet brushed against my face, tenderly,
trickled down, and merged with the tides.
Yet, it wasn’t a raindrop but rather
my own worthless tear.
By Amna Ameer
I wish I could
Dream you to life
Or that my thoughts could
Bring you back here
In the flesh
The bed still warm
And your smell still here
A smile so radiant
And a voice so sweet
I wish I could
Rediscover who I was
Through you
A past so long forgotten
I cannot seem to fathom
A life with your absence
As if I am incapable
Of finding my center
A broken compass
Flickers in my chest
My heart races
As the first wisp of autumn
Creeps through the evening
Wraps me in its arms
I can’t let go of this arrest
Paralysed I wish
I didn’t know
How death worked
When they take one soul
For the funeral
Those left behind
Are never whole
By Esha Bakht
The world is an illusion,
Where everything is fleeting,
Eternal is the life beyond death,
So, good deeds are worth seeking.
Do not fall for the mirage
That this world may present,
It is but a cage,
Designed to keep you entangled and spent.
