A dream within a dream
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Excerpted from ‘A Dream Within a Dream’
by Edgar Allan Poe
By Samavia Mazhar
That first drop of tear
that strikes the cheeks
- Is pain !
That ecstatic feeling of possession
that grief of knowing it wouldn’t be for long
That river of tears which dried
that heart in pieces - still alive
its fear for hope
its vanishing desire
By Laraib Zakir
As I fumbled towards my book wrack to complete the one-week lingering assignments,
I tumbled upon the books that lay on the floor.
When am I going to put them back into shelves?
As I hastily opened my cupboard to pick a stunning dress for evening out,
A heap of desperately wrung clothes toppled over my head.
When am I going to fold them neatly in piles?
As I dashed towards the fridge to satisfy my rumbling stomach’s midnight cravings,
I monotonously stared at all the chocolates, jellies and cold drinks.
When am I going to buy some sensible healthy food?
As I lay on my bed fiddling with my hair,
I realize that my whole life has been
A one big tomorrow.
By Afifa Furqan
I was fain to look around
At the leaves drinking the rain,
The moment made me bound
Viewing the beads on the ground,
Suddenly the lightning tore asunder
The grumbling sky I was standing under,
Cool breeze carried eye catching smiles
That could be seen from many miles,
At breakneck speed the clouds collided
Sun teasing them opposite sided,
The flowers, very happy to be crowned
And the fishes happily drowned,
The Sun winked and thought it would be wise
To come up and rise,
Now the sun is shining bright
Leaving a jaw dropping sight!
By Aman Sadiq
In the whisper of worldly breath,
Passing days and nights
mysteriously like a whirlpool
to a grave of never lights
In each flap of cuckoo’s wings
down and up, up and down
lies a clear signal of wisdom
and I lived like a senseless clown
He solved the complex questions
of science and mathematical sky,
but failed before a simple query
where I am, and who am I
By Maryum Tayyab
When the vicious certainty of an uncertainty,
Crashed down on her,
Every heart beat collided against her hollow existence.
The lost remnants of a jigsaw puzzle
Defined her meaningless self.
Adding more insignificance,
To the already prevailing nothingness.
melancholy engulfed her life,
Invisible to others,
Inevitable for her.
Behind the ethereal filigree,
Hidden in the sangfroid,
She fought back the mounting tears.
Bowdlerizing, the mere reason of her survival.
In contrast, to her useless continuation
As a flower made its way to her grave,
The world disfigured into a useless entity.
What an oxymoron!
As her corpse smiled a mocking smile!
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