Greenery must have reigned before the drought, Lights must have shone and chased the doubt ...
Poems forever
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind,
and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark—now glittering
—now reflecting gloom—
Now lending splendour, where
from secret springs
The source of human thought
its tribute brings
Of waters—with a sound but half its own,
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume,
In the wild woods, among the
mountains lone,
Where waterfalls around it leap for ever,
Where woods and winds contend,
and a vast river
Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves.
By Bahaar Abdullah Khan
What moments are these?
Groundless and still;
Hands clasped in my own,
Here at this coast,
In this vast crowd,
I am so very alone.
Disparate and accusatory;
The dying sun behind the racing sea,
A cool breeze rushes past me,
Chilled sand beneath my feet
Leaves a trace upon my skin.
I’m still searching for that moment,
Where are those footprints,
Etched by my steps?
Perhaps the water has swept them away.
Though time flies swiftly here,
I remain still,
Coldly watching the sinking sun.
Darkness has now settled,
The moon appears behind the clouds.
The night is lit by starlight,
The sea lies calm,
The soft wind whispers,
As if to say, You are very alone.
Far away lie dreams,
Waiting to be gathered,
Waiting to be coloured.
I stretch the days,
From month to month, season to season,
Hoping my dreams will come true.
Should I let go of hope?
Or deem it the right of mine?
To impose tranquility upon this desolate life,
To release me from this dusky wind.
But still, after all this flurry,
I am very alone.
Ah! This loneliness.
By Maryam Iftikhar
Deserted lands and frozen hands,
Why do you perceive it as no man's land?
Why do you see no life in its past?
That is too shallow a thought to last.
Greenery must have reigned before the drought,
Lights must have shone and
chased the doubt,
Flowers must have bloomed to
charm the sight,
Laughter must have filled someone's life.
Strength must have dwelled to build it right,
This is but a downfall, not its final plight.
It is merely a turning page,
A simple sign of time and age.
Walk the miles you've yet to tread,
For near it, destiny lies ahead.
By Nazish Sabir
Imagine you’re doing well.
Then, suddenly, it starts to feel wrong.
You give your best at work.
Only to wake up the next day filled with unease.
One moment, you feel like a winner.
The next, you're questioning your sanity.
That’s what workplace bullies do to you.
Their poison seeps in quietly:
Subtle tricks, relentless mind games.
You can feel it in the air- thick, heavy, unsafe to breathe.
You see their faces masked with smiles,
But behind them lies only manipulation.
They move in groups,
Spreading hate, scheming against one another.
Constant leg-pulling,
And a toxic culture of tearing others down
Dragging everyone into a pit of chaos.
Even the free spirits are seen as threats.
Their gestures hide motives - dark ones.
Their smiles?
Never sincere.
Merely signals of their next scheme.
Yes, I understand. I feel it too.
So I cry out,
Oh dear, remember this:
It’s just another phase of life,
Meant to help you grow.
To help you glow.
Be who you truly want to be.
Be gentle.
Be kind.
Be what they lack,
Not what they try to shape you into.
Be a beacon of hope for someone else caught in this tangled web.
Shine brighter each day.
Let their venom never dim your light.
Set a standard of humanity so high,
No act of cruelty can ever touch your peace of mind.
