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Poets'
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Inspiration
Notice how eloquently Iqbal
mentions his source of inspiration in one of his poems – Europe say aik
khat - in 'Baal-e-Jibraeel' (Gabriel's Wing):
"Tuu bhi hai ussi
qaafila-e-shauq main Iqbal
Jis qaafila-e-shauq ka
saalaar Rumi"
[O Iqbal, thou too art a
traveller in
The caravan of passion, led
by Rumi]
No Evil
By Amna Umar
Scorched
by this heat
Of
those fingers upon my lips
Those
burnt ashes upon my tongue
Those
pointed shards of broken truth
Stabbing
deeply my heart
The
lava sealing my ears
The
eyes now void of light.
I
hear no evil
See
no evil
And
speak nothing...
But
I am not yet done!
This
hand does feel the pain
This
pen still does bleed!
Me
By Ayesha
Anwer
A
lonely stranger
On
an over populated road
A
silent drifter
Among
hundreds of more
A
quiet traveller
On a
journey of the world...
Celebrate
By Faryal
Jamil
Let's
call for celebration -
Celebration
of pain
Celebration
of woes
Celebration
of sufferings
That
a myriad of people
Embrace
as a gift of atrocity
Celebration
of bloodshed
That
besmirches the immaculate
Attire
of humanity
Celebration
of suicides
That
a person commits
When
he is sunken
Fathoms
deep in the dark despair
Celebration
of diplomacy
That
the mighty kings of this world
Use
as an act in this theatrical world
To
befool people!
Let's
call for celebration...
The
Lament of a Girl
By Farwah
Iqbal
On
life's dreary road I go
I
wonder what more misery it has to show
I
am tired, dreary and numb
Oh
life! When to death would you succumb?
I
wonder how much more I have got to go
On
this long austere road that has naught but sufferings to show
I
don't feel pain anymore
I
have stopped hating blood and gore
My
emotions have turned to ice
I
no longer care about this world's virtues and vice
There
was a time when I believed in love
Now
I wonder if such a thing is even there
My
eyes shed not a single tear
Exhausted,
tired and woebegone
On
life's dreary road I go on
Oh
death! There was a time when I was afraid of thee
Now
I wonder when from life you would set me free
I
lost all in life's struggle and now,
I
have nothing more to lose
That
is why thou, over life I choose
O
deliverer from pain, ye hear the lament of a girl
For
she desires to rest after her long toil
In
the cold and dark and comforting soil
From
which she hath once sprung…
Rich as
Croesus
By Momina
Khayal
I
am rich as Croesus,
I
tell you,
Ruby
red and thick
Avarice
runs through my blood,
Warming
my frigid soul...
My
treasure trove of sins,
Brims
over with lust,
Devouring,
consuming me whole,
I
am rich as Croesus,
I
tell you...
And
still I yearn for more!
My
vision is spellbound
By
the glitter of deceit,
Yes...Oh
yes I love to play
With
the phantoms of greed...
I
am rich as Croesus;
But
Sometimes
a tiny voice,
That
little vixen whispers insinuatingly,
"A
beggar at heart!"
What Art
Thou?
By Khurram
Shehzad
When
the weather of soul gets cloudy
When
a bright shining eye fades
When
light hides itself behind darkening mounts
When
a smile turns into a cry of pain
When
an autumnal leaf leaves its bough
When
full moon reduces, reduces and reduces to nothing
When
a word of sympathy fails -
A
lonely soul thinks
Thinks,
thinks and thinks
What
art thou, O life?
Like
Forever
By Sana
Khan
Seems
like a new beginning
For
the passing endless days,
With
the wind now forwarding notes,
Of
the forever winding ways,
Whispers
of yesterday
Wet
those forgotten paths with longing,
Roads
to the new horizons,
Seem
quite loud with wanting.
Silence
adorns the ways
Of
the besieged bygone days,
And
the warrior wind feels
Yet
at a loss to the ignored ways.
Like
forever the paths leading to home
Seem
dark and clouded with mist,
And
it's only when you stand aloof
Quite
on your own and drowning,
That
it falls in place,
Failing
reason –
And
then it comes to this!
Compiled
by N.A.
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