Poems forever
Sonnet 39: Come Sleep!
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release,
The indifferent judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw;
O make in me those civil wars to cease;
I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light,
A rosy garland and a weary head:
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see.
- Sir Philip Sidney
True friends
By Samra Farid Khan
Though the world is filled with selfishness
Minds invaded by evil
Spreading nothing but darkness
Making you ever feeble
But there are always some
In your life, which
Do not care if you’re blind
If you’re not strong
In them you can never find
Any wish to do you wrong
To cause you harm
To them,
Doesn’t matter, from where you belong
Their embrace always feels warm
‘Cause they are the ones
Whom heaven sends
As your true friends
Only they know
Your real foes
Their sympathies grow
With your woes
Before them...
Tranquility bows!
Love incomplete
By Shaina Gulraiz
Brimming with tears
Pale blue eyes
Over broken ties
And promised lies
Ending in good byes
Heart wrenching sobs
Pains that throb
Words that rob
Perhaps, it was a job
Scorching heat
Memories in backseat
Love incomplete
Still being sweet
Nonetheless a cheat
Infidelity
By Sharib Khan
A colossal part of self-love
Requires you to keep all the promises
Religiously
Promises you made to yourself
In the most intimate times
When being drunk and high in two different states
Couldn’t calm you down
When you wanted to feed your bad wolf
By hurting the one you love
And pleasing yourself
You kept all the promises
In a stranger’s arms
Honey, do you know
This fragment of self-love
Has a name, too
People call it
Infidelity.
Illusion
By Bariyah Faisal
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
No title
By Ruhama Shahzad
You are a sight so incandescently stunning; in your bearing, in all of your presence-
The radiance of an onyx, the might of Zeus
Why must my attachment astound you, as such?
It has only heightened, not unlike the waxing moon
With each dawning day, I forever find myself in search-
For you, for your warmth
And with each day that sets, I return frost cold-
To my abode, the familiarly (inescapable) void.
I love thee...
By Saleha A. Khan
I love thee beyond
time and tide
which wait for none
Very much like
sky at dawn that
waits for the sun
Very much like
the flowers yearning
to bloom again
Very much like
the barren ground
yearning for rain
And very much like
the night sky exhibiting
stars so bright
My love for thee
is forever,
ageless and infinite.
