Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
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Piano
By D. H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday eveni3ngs at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the s3inger to burst into clamor
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
Melancholy
By Andleeb Tariq
A year went by
With the blink of an eye
Your voice still echoes in the empty corridors
In all these days
I have died a thousand times
In a thousand ways
And relived the moments we shared
I have lost myself
In the desire of finding you
I am no more the person you knew
I have become you
Nightmare
By Zarmeen Khalid
Stars shone bright
Darkness flapped its wings
What a coincidence it was3
Despite all radiance,
Murkiness ruled
Engulfed all the light
She closed her eyes
Let the sky celebrate
The quietus of her desires!
Trust
By Alina Y. Mughal
I'm turning myself in
I look to you
not for comfort
but rather all in good faith
I congratulate you
Barriers knocked down
I'm caught, disarmed
No, I'm not charmed
Far too naive for that
Instinct would tell me to run
I'm only stunned
because I've read you
like a book
Deer in the headlights
Run me over
If you must
I don't even care
For you I trust
Not yet
By Amna Ameer
I paused.
Without knowing.
I no longer owned myself.
My shadow that followed me.
Committed treason.
And left to be found.
With everything once lost.
And when I couldn't find you.
I stopped looking.3
Without weighing the circumstances,
And when those days,
Of having lost,
Rattled the skies,
With musings,
Of a grey thought,
I went in search,
Of another world,
In a frivolous moment,
Of the past,
I sold my future,
And bargained it,
For memories,
Of everything lost,
I spent the evening,
Watching the moon rise,
Across the sky,
Tasting nostalgia,
As it deepened my senses,
Till I could only see you,
Without having you,
Or losing you,
And the winter that settled,
The moment you left,
Became oblivious of spring,
So it rains here in winter,
Inside my heart,
In the corridors of my mind,
As I walk through,
This typhoon of morbidity,
That echoes in my head,
Words are indebting,
My emotions,
I can no longer feel,
Unless it is in sentences,
Of prose,3
Untold poetry,
How a tear substitutes a word,
As I replace your presence,
With the absence,
Of the memory of you leaving,
And dwell in the safe ruminations,
That you are here,
I still haven't left you,
Not tonight,
Not yet.
A flight, is all for kite
By Hassan Kamal
As high as kites
Spiraling in gray skies
A trance with the winds
Stringed, to hands unseen
Where in each rise
there's a test of faith
and then a fall
so hold on to string
A careless3 dance,
with whispering winds
frenzied to euphoric heights
blinded with belief
Up and down, way it goes
Rise beyond horizons
or a fall, to abysmal depths
Flight is all, life of a kite
Compiled by SK
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