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The Old Year

 

By John Clare

 

The Old Year's gone away

To nothingness and night:

We cannot find him all the day

Nor hear him in the night:

He left no footstep, mark or place

In either shade or sun:

The last year he'd a neighbour's face,

In this he's known by none.

All nothing everywhere:

Mists we on mornings see

Have more of substance when they're here

And more of form than he.

He was a friend by every fire,

In every cot and hall--

A guest to every heart's desire,

And now he's nought at all.

Old papers thrown away,

Old garments cast aside,

The talk of yesterday,

Are things identified;

But time once torn away

No voices can recall:

The eve of New Year's Day

Left the Old Year lost to all.

 

Directionless journey

By Nazish Nawab

 

I walk along the wind

The leaves walk alongside

I try to be determined

And pretend to hide...

The memories creep

With a whispering sound

Like those leaves

Scattered all around

I draw a deep breath

And long for thee

With the season of death

Depicting me.

Water rushes to my eyes

And ecstasy begins

I give a faint cry

As the pain wins.

Ah! the Autumn arrives

Silence dominates

Taking several lives,

Enjoying on the skates

Evening to twilight

Spent in the walk

With no changes,

No sound of a knock.

It drizzles in the night

And nature springs to life

Heart soars like a kite

After bleeding under the knife.

I want to hold my breath

And continue in the strife

'cause after the image of death

It again shows me life

I pause for a while

Feeling nowhere

Forgotten every smile

Looking here and there

I'm in the middle of the ladder

Leading to the moon

Too scared to step up

Too frightened to return that soon.

 

O soldiers my soldiers

By Azwer Auzzi Asif

 

Come join me

Yonder the cloudless haze

As I walk astray

Away from the envious gaze

Come along with me

To the mirthless jury

Showers of blood roses

Moist eyes, Satan's fury

Come stand by me

Awaiting an absolution

Deafening silence - painful cloak

To the encore, to my devotion

Come fall with me

Into thy arms, O Lord

My fall, surely cushioned; a nostalgic embrace

Long for the last time, this once

O mother like I once fell into you!

Come sit by me

Watch the red demise on the horizon

Not to gloom for dusk, no

But to die for a new sunrise

Dead…

By Bahadur Hussain

Thou pinched into the core of my heart,

Bereft of life, I am falling apart

Over the parapets and into the sky-

Flew my agonies very high,

The air around, I inhale -

Ignite my sheets sans thee

I cry in pain and implore,

Allay my pain! O unfaithful!

I burn in thy untrue deeds

I yearn to cease the ache of my sheets

I little care of death after thee

I was fearful of only losing thee,

Slowly then I close my eyes

No more me, but my corpse.

 

The dawn of my poem

By Javeria Hayat

It conceives

A wink, a glint

A fleeting instant.

It shimmers,

Whirls and twirls

Around my intellect

Sending ripples

Reverberates

To and fro, to and fro

I try to seize,

Away it flies

Grasp the beginning,

I often cannot:

Thus trap the end

Stretch and mould it

Call to mind

While it breeds

Into a swirling string

Filling into my pen's ink

Channels through it

Delivering on a dead paper

Springs it to life

Milord, divine a verse born

To the eyes of the world!

Compiled by N.A.

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