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A Dream Within A Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but 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?
The last goodbye
By Ayesha Anwar
I had anticipated
but never narrated
yearning to listen
trying to catch
moments entwined into eternity
A winter night’s rain
By Gulrez Umar
Tonight’s winter rain
Spills the curbs besides the windows of our rooms
With drops concentrated with chilling melancholy
The air reeks of the new born earth and fatigue
Flushing our muscles with an aching drowsiness
Sleep beckons to the realm of a distant dream but,
The eyes beg to stare at the dancing flames
And the ears imbibe in mellow dripping
So that we sit by the hearth and remain static
While our planetary thoughts wander off
To revise the obvious yesterday
Or to comprehend tomorrow’s enigma
Except the falling drops it is so quiet
Until thunder’s roar chases a flash
And it wakes our minds from deep slumber
The eyes break away from the hearth’s romance
Towards the sudden assaults of light outside
While the stirring mind wonders why too much-
Of light and darkness cause equal blindness
Toxic minds
By Sunia Tanweer
There are times
When you seek ways
To deny your existence.
But those as well
When just the idea of existing
Is a blessing.
But will you love those
Whose words are toxic
And thoughts virulent?
Cause they are the ones
Whose stage of denial
Is infinitely stretched.
A writer’s plea
By Maryum Tayyab
The firm grip
As the thoughts hit the page
A reflection
Of the atrocities
Every beginning,
Every full stop
Telling brutal tales
Heinous
Vicious
Ruthless,
Of weeping smiles,
Silent cries
Lonely crowds,
Until the eyes uproar
Uniting with the cries,
A single tear rolled down
Mingled with blue ink
Vanishing the plea
Even before it could be read!
Fallen angels
By Shafi Rehman
I saw a glimpse of fallen angels
And drowned in the beauty of their bangles
I drank again to simulate thy glimpses
And again I am struck in the moment I miss
The intoxication of love and flames of desires
They push me hard with a passionate fire
I am lost in the maze I have made for myself
Do you know where I should dwell?
The waves of sea are striking the shore
And winds of yesterday are flying with a roar
I am sitting near an open door
And staring at my reflection on the floor
Premature fascination
By Suhd Nazeer
Where am I?
What sound is this
Inside coal-black room,
Enchanting, rhythmical
With exhilarating ebb and flow
I do not know.
Can’t even find out
But soon I will
After the slackening of the cord.
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