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POETS’ CORNER

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By S. K
Fri, 06, 19

The unaware atmosphere from this extensive heat. Finding my soul as a culprit....

Consequences

By Taskeen ahmed

The fire running in my veins,

Root cause of my desolation.

Quaking, shuddering and bewildering

Hopelessness, sadness and loneliness.

A skin providing coverage to these veins.

I am not finding ways,

To kick it out for relief.

The unaware atmosphere from this extensive heat.

Finding my soul as a culprit.

How cruel it is?

No, no it isn’t such.

The variant temperature creates a line.

At the Sea-Side

By Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was down beside the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.

In every hole the sea came up

Till it could come no more.

Words betray

By Faiza Nasir

From imagined fantasies,

To un-imagined truths

Words are romanticized

They hook us up in distant hopes

They hurt us

They heal us

They steal us from us

Then, in melancholic retrospect,

They laugh at us

And leave our hearts abandoned, awakened

Oasis

By Mashaal Farid

Over floating on sheer puffs: those unfolded puzzles

I whispered to you quietly

What laid never still, also rough

Thy gentle scoops plucked a far pinned sob

While, Drop by drop, that

As vogue scrunched tough

Inescapable phenomena of existence

By Roha Nasir Niazi

Every day, between the forced exchange of words,

And the feigning of sentiments,

I feel a certain kind of pain, fiery enough that

I long to break free from the chains of regularity,

Yet numb enough to deter me

From fully shattering apart.

Perhaps it is the realization of craving something meaningful,

Something to challenge the dimensions of my soul,

In the most purest and true form,

To have it ache in pure awe

Rather than lying here, masking the reality that we cannot fathom,

In the hopes that it will prevent us from

walking down the road of suffering.

I question, why am I obliged to keep it together,

Or as a matter of fact, why is anyone?

Why can’t we just simply be?

We are compelled to bind ourselves to the torture,

Disguising the hell rising in our minds.

Compiled by SK

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