By S. K
Fri, 04, 19

What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies......

Poems forever

Ode to the West Wind

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,

Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

Like wither’d leaves to quicken a new birth!

And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawaken’d earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Miracles do happen...

By Anam Abid

When I look back in time,

Counting the blessings in disguise,

All I collect is unconditional love,

From the One who never judge,

Whenever He SWT says no to a thing,

That’s the actual blessing it brings,

My life is and will never be blacken,

Because all I believe is miracles do happen.

Sweet oblivion

By Gulrez Umar

We dwell in the outskirts of a vast empire

Mottled with majesty from its helm to the deepest bottom

(God knows wherever that is)

Yet in these cold stretches of emptiness

We are slowly dying by the plagues of urban hell

Isn’t our departure more sad than painful?

The fact that we will drift off on the roads towards oblivion;

unknown and unheard of

Leaving behind only silence to applaud the end of our song

And ages after a never ending charade of tomorrows

Every possible trace of our existence will crumble away

Having been oxidized by the winds of alien worlds

That once filled us up with life

But now maybe if we inhale them

They will feel so overwhelmingly unfamiliar.

Still, aeons further into the uncertain embrace of future

A great dimming will occur

And every raging star in the entire universe

Will wander off to obscure lands in extreme exhaustion

Until the last ray of light carrying the images of our existence

Will be lost in the corners of infinity

And the past will magically change itself

Into a picture in which we never were.

Two absorbing buildings

By Naweel Shah

Crumbling and distorting faces of two buildings

A-wailing, crying with dry eyes but lazily bending

Hugging each other happily step by step

Immersing in the dirt, as carcasses lying

Bricks, blocks, lobby, elevator, floors and roofs

All things aching but golden smoke is growing

Lost hope

By Aniqa Zainab

Dreams cease to exist

When we grow old

Even when come true

They fade away in time

Torn between

Crystal, still images

Of past

and hollowing, empty present

I am

Far from reality

Reality – which we live

Or which exists

Can you tell?

Striking it is

It pegs my mind

Unhoping my hope

Weaving an end


A tomorrow


Seeds of forgotten deeds

By Anum Kabir

Let’s un-dig the seeds

Seeds of our forgotten deeds

Deeds, wrapped in days of past ,

Ah! Unveil the tales of others scars

Scars that may not still heal

Changing roses of our lives into weeds

Compiled by SK

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