no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)....
Poems forever
By E.E Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
I don’t know you
By Muhammad Shahab
Passages recall unobserved,
Pages shuffle,
Mind deviates,
History is forgotten.
Cactuses like in deserts grow
Upon the barren mind,
Fancies enveloping the veins
Like the Staff of Hermes.
Thoughts like a peripatetic fatigued.
Love begets hate to see the face
Once loved,
Now hated.
Hate grows and outweighs the weight
Of galaxies upon galaxies.
Now I’m wearied, exhausted and oblivious.
When you come!
When you come!
Know that I don’t know you!
Who?
By Mashaal Farid
Couldn’t look back, I ran fast forward
and it ran after me; grey and hollow shell
While I stumbled upon a rock
Horrified, I tried looking back
Crack sounds and open wounds
Shrieking, shrilling, and skin shredding
But why is it so?
That triggered this sight...
A sense of my lost leman
Is it really the haunting ghost?
Or am I the hunting demon?
When the midnight rings
By Sa’ad Nazeer
Oh, I am sick of you!
I am sick of reliving the days
When your warmth I could feel
In the shade of an aged oak
Who used to eavesdrop
On love in one’s salad days!
My heart yearns for you still
And I am infinitely sick of my heart.
Wait
By Sidra Nasir
The whispers of night,
And cacophony of my thoughts
The melodies of flies
And the racket in my mind.
I’m confused,
Yet focused.
I’m lost,
Yet on a straight path.
I’m searching for peace,
I’m searching for the lost.
And the voices will rest
Once I meet myself
But I don’t think that’s possible for now.
So I wait,
And wait.
For the day I’m destined to meet,
Meet my very own self..
My heart
By Sunaina Majeed
Like a child,
Searching for her favourite doll,
Wiggling miserably,
Moaning,
And complaining,
Meanwhile,
Finding a lot of other things,
That fail to make her happy,
She settles on the ground,
And stomps her bare feet,
In agony,
And exasperation,
That’s my heart without you.
Compiled by SK
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