I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
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The Good-Morrow
By John Donne
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ‘twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
Living in you
By Abbas Naeem
I shine in your sunny eyes!
You weep and I am blackened,
I live in your thoughts!
You stop thinking of me and I am homeless
My name rides on your cherry lips!
You utter me and I travel into your soul
I run through your breaths!
You hiccup up and I fall,
I flow in your veins!
You bleed me out and you faint,
I am part of your smile!
You lose me and it splits.
I am the apparel of your feelings!
You tear me off and they are naked.
I am your lost treasure!
You find me and you are rich.
I am the reason your heart beats!
It stops and you have no reason to live.
I am the apple of your eyes!
They well-up and I am rotten.
I am your galaxy of stars!
Night turns into day and I am vanished.
I am a world to you!
You stop living and I am deserted.
Reality of life
By Rafia Hassan
I’m a man on a journey
One that is reaching its end and making me worry
Repenting, being grateful, sometimes crying, sometimes smiling
And the rules of this journey I seem to be defying
You see, this journey is not an easy one
This is a journey of choices
The journey of life
The path has been a hard one
Full of unexpected twists and turns
Full of the expectations and frequent disappointments
Full of the crying and the smiling
But I seem to have made some mistakes
How I wish to go back
I did have what it takes
To be a good human, leader, husband and father
But now, my children have grown older
And see me as a burden not their father
An unable man, nothing more
Not even as the one who raised them, who bore
Their wishes, their desires, fulfilled their dreams
No one sees me for who I am underneath
Under this skin, those bones, these sheaths
No one even wishes to see me now
Time passed so quickly, I don’t even know how!
The winter of my life has now begun
I see no birds, no flowers and no sun
But I know this life will also come to an end
To my last destination soon I’ll be sent
Where an eternal life will be awaiting me
Whether it’s good or bad soon we shall see
Charmed smile
By Neelum Afridi
With my own hands
I clicked the smile
That was never mine
Carved on a breathing stone
Named same as my own
They thought it was
Too charmed to make a dead man aglow
Because they didn’t know
Cry of a beaten heart makes the best show.
Compiled by SK
