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The Rain

By William Henry Davies

I hear leaves drinking rain;

I hear rich leaves on top

Giving the poor beneath

Drop after drop;

'Tis a sweet noise to hear

These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,

After this Rain shall stop,

A wondrous Light will fill

Each dark, round drop;

I hope the Sun shines bright;

'Twill be a lovely sight.

Taste of death

By Amna Ameer

Does truth sustain?

Or does it fade like a bruise

A jaundiced inconvenience

That mauve hue

A masked sense of self

A false gauge of reality

And yet,

Still no quiet

Just the rising mayhem

Of trying to be grounded

To get some order

To gain some strength

And then,

Then again

What does it all mean?

When lies are exchanged

Like fleeting glances

And lasting promises

I may have imprinted your heart

But you don't know the ache that beats in mine

So what then?

Must absences be the only evidence

That someone lived here?

Are tears the only way for laughter to seep in?

Must joy always have to be earned?

Trying to nab the last bite

For all I know

Is that even the most tender morsel

Can choke an already parched throat

Once you are starved of life

Even nourishment feels like a crime

The only punishment that I think

I have earned now

Is to die

For peace

By Shahzadi Ghazal

There is nothing here

Just anger,

Anxiety,

And pain

That never heals.

But life,

Like hell,

Acts like a monster.

If it’s too harsh,

That’s the solution.

Otherwise,

The world just crushes you.

You must hold your own reins.

If not, then be ready

To be hurt.

Be emotionless, heartless

This is the key to peace.

Being kind, cute, and innocent

In the end - just a broken heart.

Nothing left,

Only broken pieces of mirror

Make you scream.

Your own innocence,

Standing on the side,

Laughs at you.

Musings of an insomniac

By Sa'ad Nazeer

It's way past midnight

I am peering into the darkness

Insomnia is a rare heart condition.

This late hour you might be grinning

In your sleep besides someone

Whom you struck with Cupid's arrow,

And called him universe

I know how that feels. I pulled

The same bow too; however, the arrow missed you by a light-year’s stretch

I miscalculate quite often in life.

We live in the same world

But how paradoxical still.

My eyes that have wandered

Deep in the greenwood

Where respite's an unfriendly stranger,

Here I am, lying beside someone

I plumped for because she

Calls me her universe.

Can you fathom, the difference

Between you and I?