Rituals which cannot fulfil my hollowness anymore, Hollowness that somehow is captivity....
By Naureen Akhtar
Do not haunt me anymore….
Take me out of routines and rituals,
Rituals which cannot fulfil my hollowness anymore,
Hollowness that somehow is captivity,
Captivity that silently annihilates my individuality,
Individuality that is at the edge of suffocation,
Suffocation that has few breaths any more,
Breaths that are waiting for freedom,
Freedom that takes you in the world of your heart,
Heart that dwells in the realm of excitement,
Excitement where there is life,
Life that has the vision towards horizon,
Horizon of travelling
Travelling to achieve
Achieve to feel
Feel to live
Live your own life….
Life of your journey!!!
By Tahreem Asghar
To a river that doesn’t flow
To a heart that will woe no more
You have come to my dearest foes
Then why don’t you someday visit my abode
To a nascent who won’t wake in sleep
To a bird whose blood filled a stream
Nothing ever stands amid our ways
Then why don’t you someday come my way
Beyond the place where the sun sets
In a desert someone was laid to rest
You came to those who convulsed in their throes
Then why don’t you someday visit my abode
By Ifrah Khan
A ripped ardour and cracked heart
Incredulity’s what all there was
Emptiness showed in befuddled eyes
That void but had obnoxious sights
Not a tear in eyes, nor empathy embossed
As he sat in dissonant chaos
But who could hear the thrashing clamour
Of mournful blues in mind stinging like dagger
And timid body a little tremulous
Face dirt smudged and blood trickles
O mother where are you, to whom I’m
endeared
Shout, he wanted but evasiveness persevered
The joyous laughter, the jubilant chortle
Were so long lost in hideous battle
The child from under rubble was found
With his soul lost in mysterious grounds
Compiled by SK
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