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POETS’ CORNER

By  US Desk
20 June, 2025

My words have now forsaken me .... I scream but inside the pits of my own insane mind ...

POETS’ CORNER

Poems forever

Les Silhouettes

By Oscar Wilde

POETS’ CORNER

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,

The dull dead wind is out of tune,

And like a withered leaf the moon

Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid sand

Lies the black boat: a sailor boy

Clambers aboard in careless joy

With laughing face and gleaming hand.

And overhead the curlews cry,

Where through the dusky upland grass

The young brown-throated reapers pass,

Like silhouettes against the sky.

Closed eyes

By Rumaissa Chouhan

Can you not see?

There are questions without answers

And there are dreams without fulfilment

Some things are meant to remain incomplete

Some hearts are destined to be broken

And some souls are meant to feel empty

Beloved eyes can look away

Worlds, fates, once intertwined

Can slowly drift apart

And love can disappear

You cannot fight with what has been written

Life stops for none

This world is a wrecked place, my dear

We are never meant to be forever here

People and things lose their charm

Once they are available and near

The words cut but I say no lie

For I finally saw when I closed my eyes

Fairytale

By Mah Noor

The dimming lights

And fairytales

Dancing dreams

And singing whales

My heart is pounding

As I open the mail

The jar of life was waiting for me

To fill it up and come out of jail

But the gloomy days hold me so tight

I fell in a pit and nothing is in sight

The wait was over as I realized

I am the light

As I have to leave

The gloomy days that I held onto so tight

Now I will decide

How I’ll fill

The jar of my life

As I rewrite

My own fairytale

And now the lights will glow

Shiny and bright

Spiralling down insanity

By Tahreem Asghar

My words have forsaken me

And my mind is numbed

By the constant rumbling of thoughts

I yearn to jot some words down

To ease the agony of my existence

But what comes out is a scream muffled in sobs

Who am I?

I ask the people around me

I’ve lost the sense of being, of me, my identity

Who am I?

I repeat

I am no longer defined by what I used to be

I am no longer who I used to be

My words have now forsaken me

I scream but inside the pits of my own insane mind