Fun facts
Who art thou
By Suhd Nazeer
Hark O love! Thou art like a flame
yet a flame doth die
it doth form ash
thou dost neither
but rejoice at my burns
dancing thy relentless dance.
Crushed
By Bariya Faisal
Tell me, my tormentor
Is my only sin to love thee?
My heart used to blossom
when you were around
But why o’ why
You crushed my heart
with a stamp of a foot
All those beautiful memories
you hurled down the drain,
Mercilessly, you broke every vow
Silently you ended it all.
Timeless affliction
By Obaid Atique
It’s timeless affliction
Those intoxicating hitting words
Glittery illumination soaked the scars
Dreadful tears embracing the weary soul
Life that uttered curse
Dominance of motivation that mildews awe
People urged who I’m
The dysfunctional art clung to heart
Harmony that acted as an evil magician
Heat of the moment where I guzzled darkness
Fags hydrated the ancestry split
Dervish
By Khadija Tariq
I am tied up, knot on top of knot.
I’m the mirror, showing all six directions but I cannot contain you.
Look at my face.
These tears are traces of you.
You, my love, you picked up a handful of universe
I was in that handful.
I absorb your shine, and now I see the ocean, gazillions of simultaneous motions moving in me.
I’m a dervish and your love feels like Friday, every day feels like Friday!
Now you’re angry with me for telling you this.
Pay attention to those who hurt your feelings telling you the truth.
You know I’m terribly sick, I’m a broken wineglass and you’re my wine only you can cure me.
Unspoken words
By Shafi Rehman
Let me decipher these unspoken words
They are sitting on my chest like a flying bird
My raw emotions are intertwined along them
And my dreams are buried deep inside them
They have a journey long and deep
The promises are there I’ve to keep
The moment of silence in between their expression
I can’t hide in them my burning passion
These words have a sense for senseless souls
And hope for those who fell on the floor
I’ve these words drowned in the sea
You and I don’t have their key
Twitterpated
By Maham Syedain
You and I are;
Nah,
Not intertwined,
Not tied either,
Not even tangled.
We are twitterpated;
Immersed, lost-
Never to be found,
Ever.
Tale
By Bushra Mustafa
A long time companion,
for the secrets was hidden.
The feelings admired;
and the sorrows absorbed.
A melancholy of years,
the pillow did its best.