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Poet's
Corner
Hush!
Poetry, we all know, is a
means of giving vent to our feelings. Whether we are composers, readers or
listeners of poetry, in our interaction with a poem, all we do is to let out
our emotions. And emotions and experiences that we hold too dear to us are
lost, the very moment we give them a linguistic garb. At times, it is far
more pleasurable to keep our melodies within us and let not the world hear a
single note…
In
silence lies my speech
In
wordlessness my words
I
am all the world's places
When
I am simply naught…
--
Naeema Akram
Her Lost
Part
By Faiza
Khalid
She
stared at her reflection
Lucid
and clear
From
the other end
Returning
her gaze
As
every inch of her
Satiated
with vivacity
Setting
her heart ablaze
Her
replica
Her
lost part
At
last unveiled
Breathing
Emanating
life
Behind
That
auburn canvas
Those
affectionate eyes…
Verse
By Naveed
Ulfat Khan
The
shattered pieces of my heart
On
the sands of time they are spread
What
I have written with my blood
Has
it been seen, has it been read?
To
Pharaoh
By Saad
Javed
O'
ancient land of Egypt,
O'
Egypt, the land of Nile,
Realm
of arid desert
Kingdom
of fertile soil,
Call
you, Khemet, O' black land
Or
name you Deshret, O' red land
And
ah! The king of the land!
Oh
Pharaoh, the mighty stand,
Your
curse, O' Pharaoh, has enkindled,
Set
ablaze,
The
hint of poise,
The
tinge of composure,
There,
that was!
Lo'
the inferno of heartless gossip,
The
blaze of cold, callous canards,
The
roaring rumours,
Are
born all out of,
Intrigue
and terror,
Not
hatred or horror
So
spare me,
Dusky
deity! Sultry sphinx!
For
my audience loves to be scared,
Scared
witless
And
I love to be what I am, for I just am,
Your
majesty's
Modest
story-teller,
Meek
gossip-monger!
Ode to My
Solitude
By Aaishah
Abu Bakr
Since
ages
I
had been innocent
Oblivious
of this unvoiced companion of mine
I
was unaware
That
my solitude was with me
When
I took my first breath
And
shed my first tears
When
I had my maiden view of the world
And
first came across my fears.
My
solitude was with me
When
I gazed at the sun and smiled
My
solitude was with me
When
the moon first had me mesmerised
It
was with me
When
I first let my small fingers feel the rain
It
was inside me -
My
sole comforter
It
was with me
When
I gazed in those eyes
And
began to understand life
It
was with me
When
I heard those words
And
began to drown in another world.
It
was my first teacher…
My
thoughts bore solitude
And
solitude was my first verse.
It
was a flower that bloomed
In
the depths of my core
And
had never wilted since.
It
changed its colours
But
remained there always
For
it had spread its roots
In
my very existence!
My
solitude was
The
first book I read
Whose
every word
Is
deeply engraved in my spirit
Many
a time
I've
wanted to forget those times
But
they have always been with me, my Lord!
Like
a vine twisting around me!
My
solitude has made
My
life worth living.
To
solitude
I
owe my passion
My
poetry
My
obsession
My
pains, my gains
To
my solitude
I
owe my maladies, my remedies
Oh
God!
To
my solitude, I owe your Love
And
also his
Whom
I've dared to love!
Flower's
Fate
By Sania
Amjad
A
garden that bore a thousand flowers,
So
gracious and bright no doubt they are,
Some
close to earth, some blossoming height,
With
all the beauty that captures sight.
No
wonder together a bouquet they make,
All
have places, no other my take.
Not
folds and not the frame so same,
All
are planted for different aims.
The
scent of soil, such breezy air,
All
dancing free of every care,
Knowing
not a shade of fall,
Budding
to the unknown call.
Petals
of the blooming charm,
Withering
all in truth's arm,
Soon
or late for every spring,
A
silent autumn's bell will ring.
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