Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth.
Errors like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
They who inspire it most are fortunate
As I am now; but those who feel it most
Are happier still.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
By Momina Hassan
Lying lifelessly when the night falls
And the stars illuminate my heart
My eyes are shut but the sight is clear
The heavenly vision sets my heart ablaze
A place I am destined to be
Rays of hope blinding the sun
Shadows of trees dance apart
While the ocean flows rapidly like my thoughts
The melodious humming of birds serenade my soul
The gentle breeze plays with my hair
When the sympathetic drops of few purify my heart
Staring at the edge of the horizon
Where the sky meets the sea
Where all the voices are shut out and the victory is of peace
By Mashaal Farid
those strokes from dreams
Hit the drums with a thunder
Having some beats of torment;
Shaping into salty droplets,
Upon the high metallic base.
Oh life! Do you know?
I once just tried to compose you
On a soft melodic violin.
By Gulrez Umar
When it is a stark winter in my soul
And the fall casts a murky spell of gloom
I wander off to seek refuge
In the dimly lit alleys of my mind,
Conjure up a quill and paper
And write to the august winds:
“Beloved autumn gales!
Take these foreign storms away
Bring me back the despair that I felt at home with
Fly my scent to the vultures in the far east
Tonight I’ll let them feast on my flesh
For they need to live
And I need some pain to mellow the chaos in my mind
Blow life into this horde of dark nimbi
Make them rumble a haunting tune
That will deafen my ears
Because the screams grow louder on these empty roads
While sanity is slipping”