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Autumn
The Seine flows out of the mist
And into the mist again;
The trees lean over the water,
The small leaves fall like rain.
The leaves fall patiently,
Nothing remembers or grieves;
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of the leaves.
Milky and cold is the air,
The leaves float with the stream,
The river comes out of a sleep
And goes away in a dream.
“ Sara Teasdale
All the way!
By Sadaqat Ali
And I thought I could hate,
Push you away,
Deny you the intimacy of late,
I fancied I could murder,
My dreams, the lonesome murmurs,
I waited long, longed for obscurity,
Fought my low creed, my inferiority,
I planned my death, yes my escape,
Though failed, couldn’t deny you, my sage!
Then I listened, stricken by all mighty fate,
I heard and obeyed, to a far place you sailed,
Centuries passed, my love, still some moments,
Before my papery ships shrivel away,
Fighting ebbs of my watery laments,
And now I wish with tears, I could say!
“O the wished one! I did love you,
All the merry and dreary way!
Unfocused
By Maheen Nazir
There are thoughts floating around,
in my head.
They pack together into clouds
The clouds grow bigger and darker;
They growl and grumble,
And with a clap of thunder,
Droplets of me fall towards the ground.
Cascading down the window panes,
Dripping from the leaf tips,
Pooling up in the open drains,
Of my mind.
This rain causes a flood
The fluid memories
The hopes and dreams
The fruitless fantasies
Meander their way
Into corners designated for reflection
Blocking
Everything
Anything
From being thought of again
The fear of death
By Sama Tariq
Flows in me like never before;
And carries me to the world unknown;
Frightens me like nothing afore;
And drain my worries of the world no long;
This sight so frazzling frightens me up;
Tears my heart and shatters my soul;
The fear of death when takes its hold.
Chasing my dreams
By Bariyah Faisal
Running after the stars
With a hand, full of dreams
The stars are too faraway
Shattered,
Broken,
I stop
The illusion of impossibility
Casting a shadow in my path
But I know I can’t stop
My dreams may be impossible
But they have kept me alive
They are my light when everything goes dark
So as long as I am breathing
I am chasing my dreams.
Cold
By Haneen Moosa
Being cold is the easiest form of existence.
Becoming a complete stoic,
Is a triumph sometimes.
Being indifferent is the key.
Not offering anyone a shoulder to shed their tears on.
All this, is a defense mechanism of the soul.
Part of the healing process.
When not only one person has hurt you.
But rather the whole world has.
And now you just want to be yourself.
Not following any instructions.
Not concerning yourself with anyone’s dark or bright lives.
No expectations anymore.
To hurt me to the core.
This is where we have to build our homes sometimes.
In a cold, cold place.
For it seems to be the only remedy, to save ourselves,
From words that penetrate through the soul.
Compiled by SK
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