Her makeup smudges as exhaustion grows, Tilting back her head, she longs for the austere...
Poems forever
By Emily Brontë
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
By Abid Agha
It lingers in the air
like a half-forgotten song-
soft, unhurried, and alluring
carrying the weight of summers gone.
and bienvenue the arrival of autumn
One breath,
and I am back in that room
where sunlight fell in honeyed stripes,
where your voice
moved gently through the day.
It clings to my memory
the way bonsai petals cling to morning rain-
fragile, inevitable, and tender
and impossible to hold.
Even now,
in the quiet of this moment,
I inhale,
and yesterday comes to me
wearing your scent.
By Mashaal Farid
Here she is, right here,
At the corner of the street, selling beans,
That smile, so genuine, to allure the folk.
She lifts her head
In awe of that glamour,
Staring at the epitome of beauty,
Dreaming to be on the poster.
There she is, right there,
Posing perfect in the limelight,
A smirk so fake, plastered for the crowd,
Still carrying the grace in her catwalk.
Hourglass figure on stilettoes,
Her makeup smudges as exhaustion grows,
Tilting back her head, she longs for the austere.
By Shamla Areeba
I have lost myself in the waves of life,
In the shades of time.
On the trail of memories,
I lost myself in the realm of life.
When the flowers blossom,
When the gardens bloom,
When the stars shine brighter,
When the sky seems wider,
When the moon looks dazzling,
And,
I was dark, dead, dust
That the wind blew away.
Memories
By Maryam Shah
It’s never easy to let go.
Memories haunt,
places echo
of us once being there together.
And people ask,
“Are you two still together?”
It hurts,
It truly does.
But eventually,
People find people,
Memories fade,
Places grow silent,
And people move on.
But the scars,
They remain.
By Tehzeeb Sialvi
With heavy steps
and a melancholic heart,
I wandered across the lane,
Ending my aimless stroll.
The loss of my beloved
Shattered my lone heart,
And the cries eager to rage;
On me, grief took its toll.
Beside the forlorn manor,
A raven perched upon a branch.
With its spherical, hazy eyes,
It glared into my soul.
A dreary aura shadowed my mind,
And sorrow turned into terror,
As time seemed to lapse,
Down the rabbit hole.
Mystery held the main lead,
horror sang an elegy; and I realised,
Disguised as a raven, was the spirit of death,
Playing a grim role.
