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Poets'
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A Poet's Mind
"When
a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is
constantly amalgamating disparate experience; the ordinary
man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. The
latter falls in love, or reads Spinoza, and these two
experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with
the noise of the typewriter or the smell of cooking; in
the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming
new wholes."
--T.S.
Eliot, The Metaphysical Poets (1921)
Why...
By Saad Javed
I
lay there, on my back,
hearing
the wind in the trees,
and
the quivering, frolicking leaves,
dancing
to the mellow melody
of
the midnight breeze,
Oh,
the frolicking leaves...
swivelling,
twirling,
whirling
I
lay there, on my back,
as
the symphony came to halt
and
the tired leaves,
gave
up the windswept waltz,
as
though they were always like that...
cool,
calm,
collected
I
lay there, on my back,
and
I gave myself over to the heavens,
wondering
how I always wondered,
why
people always squandered, blundered,
why,
oh why, they weren't wiser than they were,
why,
why, why...
the
wacky,
wicked,
'why'!
Departed
By
Fakiha Zabit
Half
down the way,
My
best friend left
And
I couldn't curse
For
all that mess!
In
between the hills,
Reverberated;
The
cries of fading promises.
That
blind faith
That
blinding fate
Left
me as a dreamer -
A
dreamer without emotions...
In
my eyes,
Tears
dried
Before
they could even fill
That
emptiness;
That
lost part of my self!
Lost
in the wilderness
I
searched everywhere
But
the departed emotions
Were
gone forever;
My
distrusted strength was to return
Never!
Inevitable
By
Minahil Sardar
Something
resides deep with in my soul
Profoundly
imbibed in me
No
verses are shared
Or
the tales of bygone days
From
the lips of thine
Gestures
never soothed
As
it's fathomable and soon dies
Something
resides deep with in my soul
Never
surrender on the altar of my heart
Never
echo the words I long to listen
As
if I'm standing on a shrine
Passing
a glance at the mystery of passed times
As
if I tremble and lose
In
the unending evening dream
As
if fragrance of unseen lilies
And
song of an imaginary bird
Something
resides deep with in my soul
And
as I reflect on my part
It's
me alone brooding over it
My
heart and soul, are no more mine
As
I'm being stolen by the inevitable part of mine
The
Story of Poetry
By
Faiza Khalid
Once
in a land far, far away
There
lived fairies and angels.
They
lived through day and night
Unfamiliar
with language and speech
Silence
trounced everything
Quite
and mute was all within reach
There
came a traveller to that land
With
an enchanting endowment,
A
bag of words in his hand
He
searched for someone worthy
Yet
he botched to find any
He
knocked on a derelict door
Out
came a spirit, tormented and sore
On
her he cast his spell
Faintly
in his ears she whispered
But
her words vaporized in air
Without
being deciphered
She
had words but no voice
Her
emotions turned liquid
With
that ink she wrote to him
Lone
and solitary
And
her words became poetry.
It
Shines...
By
Amasch Qadri
It
shines...
In
my eyes...
It
burns...
But
I am stern...
I
wait for the light
To
brighten everyday of my life
The
Obscure Transmutative
By
Mahad Farrukh
Watching
mirror is so bothersome these days
But
one never knows what works his way
Recalcitrant
became the metamorphosis of transcendence
Just
elapsed another Sunday
Compiled
by N.A.
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