Poems forever
When Love doth those sweet eyes to earth incline,
And weaves those wandering notes into a sigh
With his own touch, and leads a minstrelsy
Clear-voiced and pure, angelic and divine,—
He makes sweet havoc in this heart of mine,
And to my thoughts brings transformation high,
So that I say, “My time has come to die,
If fate so blest a death for me design.”
But to my soul, thus steeped in joy, the sound
Brings such a wish to keep that present heaven,
It holds my spirit back to earth as well.
And thus I live: and thus is loosed and wound
The thread of life which unto me was given
By this sole Siren who with us doth dwell.
Translated by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
By Eisha Imran
The gentle wind blowing at dawn
I was walking around, in the lawn
Suddenly I noticed the balloon in the sky
I tried to grab it but it was so high
I wondered what it was filled with
Is it really the air inside it?
I think it is filled with peoples’ hope
So end of the balloon, tied with a rope
But when it burst, hope just scatters
Balloon become worthless, hope is all matters
The thing that has worth is very difficult to find
The thought that I would lose it, won’t leave my mind.
By Amna Ameer
I give my words disguises
Some look like a smile
And taste like sunshine
Yet I hide what they truly mean
The death within me
Only blooms like roses
And I look more alive than before
Knowing full well
When the spirit departs
And the sentences
Become sublime
My vision blurs
But my sadness clears away
The haze of momentary happiness
That rush of hope
Washed away ashore
By the tides of life
As the commentaries
And monologues
Pour over me
Like forgotten rain
A myriad of scents
Fresh soil
Damp air
And the deepening sense
Of autumn mixing
In the tinge of summer sunsets
This clay oven bakes a bit longer
In twilight hues
Lay the remains and the beginnings
All amalgamating together
To make pain anew
So I brush off
Dust from words I had hid inside
The closet of secrets
Where lay my love for life
That feeling of home
A tiredness that faded into comfortable silence
Shared over evening tea
All lent for safe keeping
In a place called the past
Compiled by SK
