By S. K
Fri, 04, 19

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)....

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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in) 

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!


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.


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,


And complaining,


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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