I accept you in your inane, darkest, gracefully twisted way...In your weak, weird, flawed way...
Buried Love
By Sara Teasdale
I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.
I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.
I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.
I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow,
But oh, I shall weep at night
When none will know.
This girl
By Zainab Shakeel
The girl standing in front of the mirror
Marvelling at herself, full of errors
Smiling at her contorted reflection
Unusually, she seems frightfully proud
The voices in her head are echoing loud
I love you, listen, in your fullest woes
I accept you in your inane, darkest, gracefully twisted way
In your weak, weird, flawed way
I love you and you’re worth it
You are good, kind, full of life
Contagious with your stormy energy
Mustering up the courage
The girl hugged her reflection and said
So complicated
Look how we just made it
See this feeling is so liberating
Loving raw and real self, stop fabricating
Relief
By Ayesha Malik
A bit of relief
From an endless grief
A little bud grows
Out of huge heaps
Of rubbish and leaves
The slow entwining hope
Resonates the slope
Soon after the barren hill
Brims up to its fill
With fragrant flowers
And bounteous greens
It all starts
With a single seed
Growing, anticipating
An unusual creed
Fire and ice melt into one
Creating anew, earth and sun
So finds a breakthrough
Amidst the darkness
A gushing fountain
Of love and happiness
There’s no you without me
By Tahreem Asghar
There’s no love without madness,
There’s no poetry without sadness.
Just like without woods;
There’s no fire in the hearth,
Without sadness there’s no rhyme or words
Without the sky, there’s no home to stars
Without me there’s no you, which is the worst of all
Compiled by SK
