In a literary work, verisimilitude is likeness to the truth i.e. resemblance of a fictitious work to a real event even if it is a far-fetched one.
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Verisimilitude
In a literary work, verisimilitude is likeness to the truth i.e. resemblance of a fictitious work to a real event even if it is a far-fetched one.
Verisimilitude ensures that even a fantasy must be rooted in reality, which means that events should be plausible to the extent that readers consider them credible enough to be able to relate them somehow to their experiences of real Drawing analogies from real life gives a semblance of truth to even fantastic ideas. For instance, Amy Lowell in her poem “Night Clouds” constructs an analogy between clouds and mares. She compares the movement of the white clouds in the sky at night with the movement of white mares on the ground. Such comparisons give her far-fetched ideas an air of reality.
“The white mares of the moon rush along the sky
Beating their golden hoofs upon the Heavens.”
Encaged I
By Saba Islam
“It is an attitude; a thin wall.
From the glee; I became separated.
I feel; I say,
But I quieted; by the others.
To the evil; I do not proceed.
To take me with them; they have come,
But with them; I do not want to jump.
In at that pier; where very dark,
For that filth; I wouldn’t want to be a part.
Like me bird; flapping my wings.
I want my voice; to load being,
But something turns; my mouth shut.
Rope of cruel; seems very rude.
That I feel; myself weak,”
Ivories
By Sophia Najeeb
I feel as if the entire world is spinning,
Gravity and its axis dancing
Slowly against the colours
Of the stars and the moon
Whilst I lie here in bed
Seeing ivories everywhere;
From walls to ceilings
To sheets to linens
Paper cups and hospital beds
Curtains and nurse caps
My skin
My skin
My skin
Illusion
By Bariyah Faisall
He remembered the shattered glass of wine
He remembered the loud song echoing in his head
He went there to find peace, tranquility
But there was no bliss
It was just an illusion
When he came back
He saw a corpse in the mirror
A black, ugly corpse
The Nightmare
By Murk Mumtaz
Wandering in the Dark,
Life deprived of glee,
In the blues of thee,
Life nurtured with grief,
In this solemn solitude,
Let not it be corporeal,
But of soul indeed,
My heart eluding all cheers,
Being deluged with agony,
It was all of a sudden when,
Someone genial came this way,
Humble and kind,
Dejected but adorable,
It was just when life,
Turned over a new leaf,
But hardly a few moments had passed,
Until getting to know that this passionate soul will soon,
Be there no more,
Just like a glass shatters,
My heart got pierced and fragmented,
And now this passionate soul,
Found no reason to breathe,
Just then was a roaring thunder bolt,
Realizing a dream it was,
My eyes wide open,
It was a dream
A nightmare indeed!
Glimpse of hope
By Bushra Loren
my heart aches and silence prevails
no flame burns or even no gust of air seems to blow
beside an isolated tree
a candle is flickering
slowly and passionately
suddenly a ray of hope appears in my burning heart
I dwell deep in it
more sweetly and profoundly
I reach to catch that glimpse of hope
no more care , no more worries
in a deep , desolate ... thick and dark foliage
Wings
By Bushra Mustafa
Once in a while when it withers by
Something flutters from the core of heart
Wishes to catch it with full might
Unaware of thy mystic fall
A little it extends the broken shards
To behold it of its delicacy
Raw and fetid it returns
For the wind never let it grow
Compiled by SK
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