I am a poem

By Rabia Ramzan

I am

A poem.

Or may be an elegy...

To a lost soul.

Submerging and dissolving in the sea water.

Like the salted treasures

That do not remember how and when they reached there.

I am

A poem.

Or may be a prologue...

To the beginning and end of a long story.

Cradled in the blank pages

Swirling inside the silent sea.

I am

A poem.

Or may be a requiem...

Of the dead.

Devoured by the distant shrines of remembrance.

I am

A poem.

Or may be a cenotaph...

An epitaph.

Engraved on the waves:

“I killed myself.

I killed us all.

Exacting revenge on myself,

On her, on her, on her, and...

On us all.

I am

A poem.

Or may be the scatterings of my nocuous disease

The approbation of my ruin, my pain, and my despair.

Left to crumble...

To fall apart.

I am

All.

Or may be none.

A zero existence.

I told you I was sick...

Until we meet again

By Muhammad Awais Ur Rehman

Those special memories of you

will always bring a smile

if only I could have you back

for just a little while

Then we could sit and talk again

just like we use to do

you always meant so very much

and always will do too

The fact that you’re no longer there

will always cause me pain

but you’re forever in my heart

until we meet again