September 8, 2017
By S. K

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