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The morns are meeker than they were
“The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.”
- Emily Dickinson
Haze
By Amna Ameer
Words,
Look at me,
From the outside,
In the distance,
A voice turns raspy,
With the dampening air,
I can trace a face,
And tell myself,
It isn’t yours,
Because all is clear,
The feelings,
Heartbreak,
Tears,
Destruction,
Prayers,
Desolation,
All waver,
In the wind,
With my waning strength,
I look out,
And feel helpless,
I can’t reach out,
And hold your hand,
May be we are,
Times apart,
Or belong,
To a different space,
Or separate lives,
Or too star-crossed,
I don’t know,
The works of destiny,
Or what is fated,
Whether love is a myth,
Or if only ours was reckless,
But when I see you,
Your face is hazy,
I can’t hold you,
And my tears,
Run down my face,
You stand there,
Oblivious,
Of the storm,
Rising in my chest,
I’m drowning,
In the downpour,
Can’t you tell?
Is the horizon,
Where we’re
supposed to meet,
Blurred as well,
At its margins?
I wish,
All metaphors,
Would dissolve,
And I could say in words,
As plain as the sky,
And paint our story,
In its blue,
And watch it come true,
In the summer sun,
Wrapped in lazy afternoons,
All predestined endings,
Are falling around me,
I wish I could,
Lay down with them too,
And watch your haze,
Clear away,
Like an ending sonnet,
Of a dying voice,
Singing its last song,
To last one more night.
Pot eater’s spot
By Suhd Nazeer
Down there dozed
In the alley amidst
Opposing extremes
I’ll meet you.
The fear of death
By Sama Tariq
Flows in me like never before;
And carries me to the world unknown;
Frightens me like nothing afore;
And drain my worries of the world no long;
This sight so frazzling frightens me up;
Tears my heart and shatters my soul;
The fear of death when takes its hold.
Solitude
By Nazish Sabir
I love my life
As I am alone in the world of
silence,
Where I own a castle,
And I am the princess,
Where looking at the sky,
Brings me a smile
Where the brightening moon,
Lights up my life
Living in solitude,
I adore the days of life
passing by
Ecstasy
By Andleeb Tariq
You are with me
In the books that I read
And the words over them
In the dry flowers
Pressed between
The pages your fingers traced
In the half read stories
And the chapters untouched.
Memories
By Sartaj Aziz
I wanted,
To become
A part
Of your memories,
But then-
Our Worlds collided,
And I lost my own.
Compiled by SK
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