By Ted Kooser
Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.
By Zarnab Elahi
‘What’, that would be forever.
That would have changed the paths,
That would have gone so far.
That would’ve turned the pages of the book of life, which were unturned.
That would’ve lifted the statue of silence to the height, with grace.
Has now shattered into pieces.
The lasting, sizzling sound has met the quietness.
Did you ever think of what it would be...
It’s the mystery and energy.
It’s the shouting voice, shaking apathy.
And it’s the shivering goodness that wants to please,
The statue of silence with ease.
To listen to its voice, and to make it alive,
May be for ‘Ever’...
Top of Form
Bottom of Form
By Momina Hassan
Clusters of stars, kingdoms of night
Wandering through the vaults of heaven
Many wonders I sight
Moonlit shades of blue yonder pass me by
Infinity of beauty I lay beside
Watching mysterious colours of nature listening to melodies of This stranger
By Bashoo Khattak
Dragging the vehicle
Bursting the tires
Falling from the car
Bleeding on the road.
Years on road of life ensured
The immature drag race
And the walk of life;
Carries no difference
By Anam Afzaal
December’s cold reminds me,
Of you. How my warm words
Couldn’t melt your heart away.
Ah! This fog does wonders.
Wrapped around you, and flew away.
It wasn’t cold, which made me numb.
It wasn’t cold, folks.