Yes. I remember Adlestrop —
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop — only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
By Mashaal Farid
Chasing the wind was never intended
Probably when my love was not yet invented
An evening with chaos in a phase of shades
Company of a rose on thorns and blades
Few promises so hard to believe
Yet hope stricken on the line to leave
Let treasure a moment — enough for the long run
So then what if some ashes burn
For this won’t be a goodbye
The two of us under the same sky.
By Izma Mamoon
Do you know that girl
Who smiles a lot
Without any cause?
How well do you know her
When you can’t see her
The way I do?
Her smiles of sadness
You take for madness,
Her lips seem stuck that way.
But don’t you see
Her eyes give her out
And her lies tell stories.
You say that you love her blindly
And you’re right
You are blind,
You can’t see,
Even if you look at her 24/7.
So how will you catch her
When she falls apart?
How will you fix her broken pieces
if she breaks down and shatters?
Hug her tight
And love her in such a way
That she forgets all her miseries and pain.
You’ll hug her in such a way,
And say, “I know you’re not okay.”
Maybe you’ll fit all her pieces together.
Offer your shoulder for her head to rest
And let her eyes get wet
Let those tears fall
She doesn’t need you
Nor anyone else.
She’s strong enough
She can handle herself.
Her world falls apart
Day by day, hour by hour, second by
But she smiles all the time
And looks the prettiest at that time
That’s why she is,
The girl who never stops smiling.
Compiled by SK