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Why Write
Do we ever question
ourselves as to why we actually write. Is composing verse or prose merely a
matter of giving vent to our everyday frustrations. Is it an attempt at
groping in the dark for something to hold on to. Is it an illusion that may
someday lead us to reality. Is it a quest for establishing one's existence in
the world where existence has lost its meaning. The list of such questions is
an endless one. And moreover, I do not treat them as mere questions because
they may actually be the answers. Who knows...
-- N.A.
Paradox
By Fakiha
Zabit
Jumping
into the air,
I
laugh aloud:
I
have won!
I
have won!
But
deep inside
My
soul cries:
I
have perished
Once
again!
Yes,
yet again!
Undecided
remains my destiny
But
destination keeps on showing its face
Every
now and then;
I
see the stars
And
they make me laugh
But
are they my destiny?
My
soul inquires...
Is
this the truth of my life?
Nothing
seems to explain this paradox
Why
my soul wallows in sorrow;
When
my heart joyously celebrates this life?
The
Burden
M. Awais
Aftab
Sometimes
Love
can become a burden
And
when you smile
I
feel your lips being curved
By
this weight
Your
silent suffering
Pains
me
But
what can I do
Except
love you more
Further
increasing the weight of love
On
your heart
And
someday, I fear
It
would break…
My Unruly
Friend
By Vishal
Raza
His
ash flew in the wind-
Towards
me.
The
Crude cigarette…
Ugly;
in his calloused hands-
His
hair flew wildly
In
the wind.
As
he watched me fly-
Slowly
fly…
Fly
away from him-
Away
From
His
unfriendly handshake….
Living a
Dream
By Faiza
Khalid
I
dream,
Of
a long enchanting walk
Under
the misty, obscured sky
Where
the luminous stars
Will
steer my way
And
the tingling cold
Of
the frigid night
Will
be devoured
By
the heat
Of
the mystical moonlight
I
dream,
Of
the gentle, drizzling rain
When
the cool, swirling breeze
Will
brush against my face
And
the raindrops
Will
seep into my heart
Washing
away
All
the scars
Then,
I will follow my heart's pace
No,
I won't be afraid.
I
dream,
Of
that euphonious dawn
When
I would lie mesmerized
On
the soggy, verdant meadow
Watching
the sun
As
it would gradually rise
I
will be silent and speechless
In
such harmony and composure
With
only Love
Tantalizing
my eyes
Yet
I know,
I
am living a dream
They
are bound
To
be broken someday
They
are delusive
In
the world of today
Nevertheless,
I dream -
Collecting
moments of rapture
Among
logic and rationality
Perhaps
these dreams
Might
last for infinity.
Torrential
Tears
By Ahmed
Waheed Sarmed
Eyes
Created
the sea
You
decided
To
sail in it
For
your safe departure
Sighs!
Could
have capsized
The
wicked plan
But
it was a plot
You
picked
I
left every single thing
To
you and paused
I
did all for your cause
I
wail
You
sail
Eyes
created the sea
You
took the sudden option
For
safe departure
Grinning
back from shore
We
once walked before
Hand
in hand
A Sojourn
in Moonlit Meadows
By Hussain
Kazmi
The
velvet goddess of the starry night descends,
To
some lush green forest in the farthest plains,
A
slight drizzle, a gentle breeze, caress,
The
face o' the lonesome wanderer; soon, the mountains,
Will
hide the bright face of the sun and the twinkle,
Of
the stars, the glint of the moon's light, shall awake in me,
The
longing for silence and solitude that I hide,
In
the daylight; but for now, I walk along this pathway, nature's beauty,
Infuses
into me a light that never belongs to the day,
Enamored
by the moon's steady rays of light,
The
winking stars that seem to be distant astronauts' signals,
Day
time might be the love of many, for me the bliss of a silent night,
Far
overshadows any beauty that ever day has wrought…
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