I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
Poems forever
By Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
By Eman Ayesha
Let's have a glass of tears
On a table stained with blood smears.
Put all your thoughts on the plate
And let your past wear and tear.
It's going to be a night of horror,
As we dine on a feast of fear.
Blow out all the candles
So the darkness becomes clear.
Close all the doors and windows,
So no one can overhear.
For it's going to be a bloody bath,
As the pain begins to appear.
This isn't a tale of castles and bears,
But a depiction of a mind in despair.
By Shamla Areeba
I have lost myself in the waves of life,
In the shadows of time.
On the trail of memories,
I lost myself in the realm of existence
When flowers blossom,
When gardens bloom,
When stars shine brighter,
When the sky seems wider,
When the moon looks dazzling.
And yet,
I was darkness, dead, dust,
Carried away by the wind.
By Amna Ameer
Some people
Leave places
And hearts
Better than
They've found them
May be because
They know what it's like
To be worn out
And tarnished
Some people
Let your heart
Be lose
And your body relax
They know
You've been
Holding yourself
Inside for too long
Some people
Know exactly
The right thing to say
At the finest time
They feel like
A perfect sunny afternoon
When summer is about to leave
And a cold wisp of autumn
Is creeping in
And all thoughts
Are marinated
In years of grooming
And ruminations
Some people
Let you stay in that moment
Wishing it never fades away
