Month: March 2021

  Sometimes I curve into parentheses(Just so the words won’t escape out of place) Sometimes I bent my backAnd twist myself to become the question mark ?That is placed after every interrogation you put before me Sometimes I bent in line with the linesAnd become a comma,In a complete dilemma of what comes next And at times I curl myself under a period ;To become a semi colonSo I escape from termination.And the reality,Both together ! I now jump into some other fact in connection with the aforesaidBut it seems like the talk has taken a new turn Sometimes I’m apostrophisedAnd claimed your’s Sometimes I curve around my wordsTo maintain the emphasis I wanted to project‘To make realise I mean what I said’ And when I’m too much tiredI fall ...

  Someday someday,you will find yourself rereading all the stories that we together weaved out and perhaps you will embrace them for so long that you could almost feel my smell lingering around you! Someday someday,you will find yourself hard to have a serene sleep and perhaps you will devour all the past glittering nights ,were happiness reside Someday someday ,you will find two dazzling stars exchanging glances and a peck of good old memories would flash through your mind and perhaps you will take out your phone and dial my number but it would be tooo late to  paint the picture once shattered! Someday someday,you will feel so shabby that you would painfully realize the gaunt loss that you already have had that is a lovable heart. Some day some day ,yo...

  Buds sprout freshly longing to bloom Birds chirp ecstatically flying around Students enjoy blithely and merrily In the campus I happened to be at. Vicinity abounded with greeneryAttracts the youth get into the city of knowledge Lovebirds with warm-heartedness Yell with pleasure and chit-chat, Teachers lecturing on the podium. Students remain absent-minded Roam around placing the physical presence. Soon, span, the foe comes in between And swiftly pulled everything away.Now mere the memories alive In our hearts, and feel always To slide back into those memory lanes!   Ayisha Raniya  

  The pain I go through everydayIs now too heavy to gather upI am 'too' a humanWith the seat of affectionsI too love to have a life of my ownBut alas, that's now an idle fancy onlyRuns on in an idle vagary.Your Overbearing prideYour arroganceCreate but only cemeteriesSome of knownAnd some unknownLeaving widowsHalf widowsThe orphansThe forgotten mournersBehind them to mourn overThe shards of broken memories.     Sayar Ahmed Mir