Evenings wrapped in red petals of sumbal trees, Ushering in spring, Till it all gets clothed....
By Amna Ameer
Evenings wrapped in red petals of sumbal trees,
Ushering in spring,
Till it all gets clothed
In the ominous sheets
Of darkness
As night crawls inside
The untouched corners
Of a house
That belongs to no one
The walls cave in
And the memories crumble
Under the weight
Of empty promises
And innocent hands
That haven't been touched
By the moon
Blushing in the hue
Of a setting sky
The petals reflect
With their crimson
And spread in the wind
And rising clouds
Over tea cups
And incomplete conversations
Where once past used to be
Now is only a remnant
Of a picture frame
That has been broken
By time
And only dirt settles
Imbibed to the plane blackness
Trying to hold together
The memory that was once lived
Wholeheartedly
And now only
Breathes from under the rubble
Not enough to cause alarm
Only enough to exist
The demon walks through us
With a silence
Weaved over my lips
My eyes blinded by
False hope
My ears buried by the voices
Inside my head
They tell me I'm lost
When in fact
This is the first time
I've found
This is not
Who I used to be
For now,
The only bargain I make
At the altar of life and death
Is to remember
The person I was
Bruises and all
Fading in the evening sky
Till the moon rises again.
Poems forever
Two went up into the temple to pray
By Richard Crashaw
Two went to pray? O rather say
One went to brag, th’ other to pray:
One stands up close and treads on high,
Where th’ other dares not send his eye.
One nearer to God’s altar trod,
The other to the altar’s God.
By Mashaal Farid
Up in the air
Like a cheeky teddy bear
When these trials will end
And worries not in hand
Music we'll create
And lilies we'll date
Tulips we'll grow
And happiness we'll plough
Stay there!
A little more, Honey
Just a little more
Again we'll find
A love so kind
Gain after this last loss
Peace after chaos
Stay there!
A little more, Honey,
Just a little more.
Stay there!
A little more, Honey
Just a little more
Our joy is near
Listen close and hear
This is ending soon
The future is playing
a jolly tune.
By Bushra Majid
A koel I have found,
And since then
I hear the voice,
The call and then the sight
Loud and clear,
So very near
Calling out to me,
To keep him company!
Compiled by SK
