Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.... Excerpted from Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold...
POETS' CORNER
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.
Excerpted from Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
By Tahreem Asghar
We’re tired, my heart and I
The many stars in the sky
Fail to illuminate my nights
My eyes have got swollen and dry
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We’re tired, my heart and I
I’ve knocked many doors
But couldn’t find one to your abode
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My ears yearn for the sound of your voice
My eyes writhe for your soul’s espy
Looking for my hamdam’s soul, I cry days and nights
We are tired, my heart and I
By Zahra Batool
Thousand emotions
Embedded, flooded
Deep down
Taking roots
In my heart
And I can feel something
Growing, gnawing
Spreading in my veins
Ache deepening
A piercing pain
Excruciating, unbearable
Making me loose
Inhibition, dignity
And above all – myself
I coughed
Retching, wreathing
Shaking, screeching
Spitting out
Blood red leaves
And sunflowers
By Iqra Nazeer
In my mind
You’re trilling like a sparrow’s note
My eyes were like a millpond
And you were there that day
And I needed to pick your brain
About something
But I swung my head towards the sky
And shut the windows to the soul
And started racking my brains, unendingly
Swiftly, someone strode towards me
When I unrolled my eyeballs
And saw a shining lodestar
My orbs were sparkling
The shadow of your smile.
By Nazish Sabir
Am I just a pen?
To you, I might be,
But to many,
I am a friend,
To whom they cried a thousand tears,
A pen that helped in letting all the pain out,
In the form of not hatred but words,
I am a friend to those beings,
Who were once abandoned by many
I am a shoulder to all those in grief,
Who found no one else to lean on,
I am a ray of positivity in the lives of many depressed souls,
I am a pillow to many night owls,
Who share with me many thoughts,
I am an acquaintance to all those early birds,
Who kick-start their days with a chug of hot-coffee mugs,
But you have called me just a pen,
No worries of any sort,
As I invite you to join me in shedding some thoughts,
About life and stuff,
I bet you might find a friend in me,
As I always accompany you on every walk
Talking about the happiest rides
Or the tricky turns on barren lands of thoughts.
Compiled by SK
