Poems forever
To my soul
By Umberto Saba
You delight in your unending misery.
Such, my soul, should be the worth of knowledge,
that your suffering alone should do you good.
Or is the self-deceived the lucky one?
He who cannot ever know himself
or the sentence of his condemnation?
Still, my soul, you are magnanimous;
yet how you thrill to phantom opportunities,
and so are brought down by a faithless kiss.
To me my misery is a bright summer
day, where from high up I can make out
every facet, every detail of the world below.
Nothing is obscure to me; it’s all right there,
wherever my eye or my mind leads me.
My road is sad but brightened by the sun;
and everything on it, even shadow, is in light.
Translated from Italian by Mike Towler
September
By Laraib Zakir
May your September be light and crisp!
May the light breeze touch you from within
May you look forward to fall
May you forget what your heart can't
But, you know
It's better if you could hold on a little longer
To see if the cinders turn out to be in your favour
To see if the amber dusk brings you serenity
And to hold on enough
To live and die each day.
It’s raining tonight
By Zeba Aziz
It is raining tonight
The raindrops that fall
From the sky
Are the tears, coming
From the eyes of the night.
The thunder that sounds
So high
Is the roar coming
From the throat of the night.
The darkness of it
Shines so bright
The storm is the restless
Soul of it
Struggling to release
Itself from the grief
It has something to
Share with us
It has something
To tell us, tonight
For, it is raining tonight
Lost page
By Abid Agha
Once I used to be the most read page of her diary
She would open, write something then erase
Write again, underline, highlight or colour,
Smiles while reading
Close the page and keep on thinking,
One day,
She threw her diary in the book shelf
And never opened it herself,
I was made history
An unknown mystery
Glimpse
By Mohammad Shahbaz Khan
Deep down inside the glimpse of you
Petrichor captured me
The euphoric scent of it
Lilting me, in the paradise
Floating me, lonely and gently over a stream
Glossy spectators above, palisaded by
Dancing blossoms, colligated with
The scent of grapes made me aphrodisiac
Unbearable and unstoppable
For the moment just to be an end
Let me,
Deep down inside the glimpse of you .
Burning heart
By Maryam Atta
Taking a deep breath,
I close my eyes
And dive in,
To quench the fire
Burning
Inside me
Turning my heart,
Into ashes.
They try
To pull me up
But the stones,
Pelting my soul
Pull me under
So I lay
At the bottom
Of a long lost sea;
Waiting,
For the pain
To subside,
For the mind,
To conquer,
The heart
And sleep
To take me
Prisoner.
Compiled by SK
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