There is another sky
There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
By Emily Dickinson
Your trembling gab, a giveaway
By Suhd Nazeer
Music moaned with string quartet,
We were sitting in the balcony,
Everything was civil, the opera;
our hearts, like all things dangerous
tend to be civil at the beginning,
echoing with whispers weak, soon
the pace was set, as if by the warmth
of her hand or the colour in her cheeks matched
with that of her lips, bassoons and clarinets
rose in the air, at that very moment
had her hand, even by accident, slipped
away from mine, I would have died
with a whimper.
Bold strokes of percussion were accompanied
with cello, our hearts were palpitating
with passion, she leaned,
It was French cologne, and said,
“Beethoven knows about our secret.”
Glimpses of life
By Shafi Rehman
My footsteps of journey are drenching in sorrows
To turn my dreams into blissful tomorrow
I know that life is pain with or without gain
I don’t know how to sweep pass this rain
The darkness of woods surrounded by silence
and the misty fog covering the buried voilence
Drops of blood and tears are imprinted on my hand
When will I pass through this barren land?
The swift and soft air of the night
I am standing near at the top of my height
When will you see my glimpses of life?
These shadows are speaking about my strife
This poor girl wants to escape
By Faiza Nasir
Brazen wind blowing her hair,
Crispy leaves crackling in her ears,
The sunlight faded into the moonlight’s,
To evoke her deep in gloom.
Staring above at the lyre of the stars,
Dreams appeared and passed away,
Inside the crumbled castle of her heart,
The ghosts of past awakened.
Her soul is black as black as the night,
She, in the lurch of her terrible plight,
Amidst the days gone and come,
A part of her is whirling alone.
Somewhere on a lonely boulevard,
She found herself in a frigid dusk,
Her eyes are cold as cold as snow,
Divulging the reason for her fiery heart,
Oh, this poor girl wants to escape......
Oh, this poor girl wants to escape.......
Spell of love
By Zarmeen Khalid
I can see through the haze
Through mighty peaks shrouded with murk
As winds gust in low spirits,
Promulgating the tangible tales of hope
I see the buds of compassion sprouting
Breathing passions despite the woes
I sense the longings from within
Cocooning in warmth, the inner cold
Do you perceive what I behold?
The transformations of miracle and chaos.
My barren heart knows the joy of lush
The fancy lands won’t be a tint of loss, anymore.
What else is luxury of the impassioned?
Burning to ashes, rising to holocaust!
A spell of Love.
Compiled by SK
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