By S. K
Fri, 11, 20

Where the faintest glow of the city lights bring life to the lifeless crispy trees...

Riding on the highway

By Ayesha Malik

The ringing bells of the highway

Calm the raging storms that lay

Open palms invite me to stay

Digging my feet into the clay

Morning star guides my way

I am happy to frolic and play

Humanity has wandered astray

I grab the fleeting images of hay

Floating and in the air they sway

I arrest my thoughts on the way

Cherish them till they fly away

Life is but an unvarnished stage

Falling and rising, slipping away

Letting my nightmares slide away

The Mirage

By Anam Afzaal


Isn’t it?

When you learn how to live in the dark alleys of mind.

And the way map opens up in the distant horizon,

Where the faintest glow of the city lights bring life to the lifeless crispy trees.


The moments that abandon your heart forever.


Does it rain? On a sunny day?

Or like any happy dream left its tail end?

No, maybe

It’s a rainbow on the sky, and it’ll disappear in a while.

Or it’s a total eclipse of the heart.

What makes everything beautiful only with a touch...

Poems forever

A Winter Eden

By Robert Frost

A winter garden in an alder swamp,

Where conies now come out to sun and romp,

As near a paradise as it can be

And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.

It lifts existence on a plane of snow

One level higher than the earth below,

One level nearer heaven overhead,

And last year’s berries shining scarlet red

The Body

By Mashaal Farid

Powdered face in coatings of thick white base

A walking dead primed to fit in crowd with grace

A Dress was ready to be worn

Designed from the pieces once torn

A figure not susceptible turned smile into an art

And clothed the naked vulnerability of my heart.

Compiled by SK