Not always in yourself, but in God and the world, When I struggled to believe in even myself....
Poems forever
By Margaret Atwood
This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls
the song nobody knows
because anyone who has heard it
is dead, and the others can't remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don'y enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two faethery maniacs,
I don't enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.
I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song
is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique
at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.
By Mishaal Khan
At the twilight hour
The moon drowned
In a sea of golden clouds
Accentuating the view
Of the dancing bevy of stars
Dressed in their lustrous hue
It whispered tales of dreams and light,
Guiding the lost through suffering
and plight,
A gentle charmer, a soothing sight
The tranquil goddess of the night
By Mah Noor
For breathing when the air was dense,
For standing tall through every bumpy ride.
I envy you
For running when I was out of breath,
For smiling when I couldn’t even cry.
I envy you for your bravery,
For building armour around yourself when I stood bare.
I envy your motivation,
How you made me feel strong, even when, deep down,
I was trembling with fear.
I envy your faith—
Not always in yourself, but in God and the world,
When I struggled to believe in even myself.
You are not my inspiration, but I envy you.
I envy you for speaking out loud,
For arguing, for fighting,
For standing up for everyone around,
While my voice quivered, dying inside me.
I envy you
For questioning people and the world,
Seeking answers to every doubt,
While I was lost in the whirlwinds of my mind.
I envy you for being the center,
For drawing all the attention I craved,
For being seen while I felt invisible.
And no, I don’t hate you for that—
But, oh, how I envy you.
By Abid Agha
The Moon walked with me last night,
Soft and silent, moving side by side.
We stayed together for hours long,
Its majestic glow sang nature's song.
A pin-drop silence held us still;
This soulful journey, a cherished thrill.
A puff of clouds flew to hide the light,
But darkness faded within my sight.
I looked at the Moon with a gloomy face—
Why I feel low is hard to trace.
Tales I recall tied to moonlight,
Of human sorrow, loss, and plight.
O Moon, our journey draws to a close;
In your gentle light, I find repose.
