By Wendell Berry
Do not think me gentle
because I speak in praise
of gentleness, or elegant
because I honor the grace
that keeps this world. I am
a man crude as any,
gross of speech, intolerant,
stubborn, angry, full
of fits and furies. That I
may have spoken well
at times, is not natural.
A wonder is what it is.
By Abid Agha
Shattered colours of the last spring,
Descend deep in my heart.
Candles of regret,
Lit the dark pathways.
Carrying my coffin on my own shoulders,
In the thick snow deserts,
There’s a long way to go,
Yet, my footsteps swell and slow.
By Qurat-ul-ain Fatima
The world sees me as a madman
At dawn when no one was watching I began
Running as long as my legs still can
From all the things holding me back
I got get rid of them all one by one
Trying so hard to develop skills I lack
In the mirror I saw my face painted all black
Instantly I screamed for it was not me
I have rainbows inside my heart if you see
If you allow me to be free
I know where I would rather be
A lovely little place where no one is broken
Where love is not a second hand emotion
And nobody in his heart has words still unspoken
I would stay there for a while
By the shaking ground I realize
It’s time to open my long closed eyes
By Warda Naeem
The one I write about is never me.
It is never a lie or a false entity;
Think of it as skin that is shed,
A piece that is taken out from the inside.
Sometimes a memory…
Many, many times, someone who I don’t want to be
Written merely to extricate it from me.
Painfully, forcefully finds a way out.
But you still believe it is simply me.
By Zahra Zafar
In my heart
And I can feel something
Spreading in my veins
A piercing pain
Making me loose
And above all myself
Blood red leaves
Compiled by SK