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Poet's
Corner
To Rest…
Lo! some we loved, the
loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all
their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a
Round or two before,
And one by one crept
silently to Rest.
-- Omar Khayyam
(Translation by Edward Fitzgerald)
Writer's
Block
By Wardah
Farhat
Anger
boils within me,
Feelings
surge…
Ebb
of my emotions,
Peak
of my pain!
But
words fail me,
My
pen bleeds…
I
ponder for words
With
my pen blotting the paper,
And
still
Not
a single word I write!
I
feel like a soul
Without
life,
Because
I'm a poet
Without
words!
Humanity
at a beauty salon
By Khadija
Amjad
Hullow!
Come
here, please.
You
can see my face is dry
Hollow
at cheek bones
Wrinkles
are appearing fast
It
is really rough underneath my fingers,
Like
a parched desert
Or
some dry animal hide.
The
complexion is going melancholic
No,
no, you are wrong
It
is not age
It
is the work…
I
need a good treatment
A
bit of puff and powder here and there
Some
moisturiser
To
give some life
I
need it quick and fast
Look
at my hands
I
feel there is a constant stink
The
nails are brittle
Hah!
You can see these claws
This
blood congealed
It's
just the work
Dull,
dreary and dry
I
need manicure
My
feet,
The
same
They
are sallow.
Sore
with throbbing veins.
You
see, I have to stand and wait
Run
and chase
There
is a constant fight or flight
Again
that work, you know
My
body is tired
My
shoulders fail me
Things
are weighing upon my mind
And
on my back . . . too
It
pains me?
Well,
I think it does
I
deserve good, soothing care
My
style? My . . . yea style
They
say, only mischief to flaunt
The
charisma of stupefaction
The
splendour of vice
What?
The colour for today?
It's
red.
Blood
red.
Oh
. . . ho
Hurry
up it's time
There
is another party at hand
Crusade
or Armageddon
Perhaps,
or some other
I
don't know exactly
You
see there are many
Now
Hurry
up, its time…
Life
By Adnan Zafar Ahmed Kundi
Yesterday,
a leaf fell from a tree.
"What
is life?" it was asked.
"Life
is utter darkness, a glimpse of light,
The
rustling of the wind, and then utter darkness."
Running Through the Rain
By Ammarah
Some
are fond of sunshsine;
Well
... So am I.
But
I like the rain, too,
Falling
from the sky.
For
when merry April
Trips
o'er hill and plain
Isn't
it delightful.
Running
through the rain...
Story Untitled
By Shabina Gul
You
dared to take out a pen
You
dared to write a tale
You
gave me the leading role
You
dared to write it in black and white;
We
would live happily ever after
You
dared to kill all tyrannies
You
tried your best to reproduce
The
most popular fiction
But
you evaded the traditions
And
posted your draft
With
the story untitled...
Mystery
By Maira Shaukat
I'm
a door,
never
opened,
I'm
a night,
never
dawned,
I'm
an owl,
never
awake,
I'm
a mystery,
yet
to be solved
Just Before the Dawn
By Aisha A. Awan
When
the night's deep
And
the air sings a different symphony
I
walk along the riverside
With
some soulful melodies playing in me
On
nights like these when I have lost all hope
For
the zillionth time in mine life
A
ray of sunshine spreads across the sky
A
glimpse of this ray makes me realise
That
God has been watching all along
He
has given me the darkest moments
That
come just before the dawn!
--
Compiled by Naeema Akram
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