The Impress

A search through prophetic traditions in the light of Covid, pandemic
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A search through prophetic traditions in the light of Covid, pandemic

Muhammad Salman Abdul Azeez The entire community is concerned about the spread of Covid-19, which has quaked the entire world. As the Covid-19 pandemic is indeed global in reach, it is injecting pressure to the governments and medias to provide the most accurate and effective direction to the whole humanity, how to combat this pandemic. Hence, it is of great value to health care professionals and scientists who research the impact and transmission of pandemics. The whole world of science is working hard to invent the drug or vaccine to tackle the corona virus. The government is also working hard in all countries by announcing the break the chain measures and by giving awareness on quarantine and cleanliness. The experts like medical officers are advising that the good hygiene and ...
The folk
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The folk

Anjali B.R Tailored words hold you safeunless you realise it was just a bogus.tyrannised emotions fueled the revoltYet broken in these ragged chains.Society admired chaivinsmThrottling freedom of expressionFailed to match those disparitiesWe failed to mere puppets…
I hope tonight is the last time
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I hope tonight is the last time

  I hope tonight is the last timeI write about youBecause i don't remember your faceI think i'm free nowI hope tonight is the last time I write about usBecause I don't remember the way you kissedAnd that doesn't make me feel badI hope i can let you go nowBecause your love is replaced by your memory.   Bhagyalakshmi Nair
To you my heroes
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To you my heroes

  Diligent enough to cater the secure feelingMy heart always whispers  slogan of easingTrue, I reckon the vultures of darknessWill find the ultimate place of madness  Oh... martyrs of the homeYou never go in single bombThe blood that spread on the pathsWill show the way to strength Tears rolling from the eyes Of your beloved are not theirsBut every single citizen too mournsIn the lose your precious tone  The wicked evils can never throwThe wills of the tricolor that flowIn the hearts and minds Of the sons that it binds Oh.. comrades of the great nationWe shall win your dreams and imaginationOf a winning not only the landBut each and every slanted mind And we, for you, shall make your sacrifice A threshold that gives energy suffice To the  peacefu...
Dreams
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Dreams

  When you ask me of my dreams, I'll remember those times The walls to which were strong and shut.  And there was IBanging loud. I'll hear all those curses About the useless child I am. I'll see the way you mock As I utter the words I love.  I'll feel the crushing pain- And the struggle to move ahead. When you ask me of my dream, Many years from now, I may smile and caress my throne With the eyes in which sparks A never ending fire.   Shima Muhammed
Unheard silence
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Unheard silence

Can you read the unwritten words on the paper?Can you sensitize the unexpressed emotions?Can you tally the umpteen attempts for you?My words have struck my glottal cordsThey find hard to find their wayMy words cannot be printed and voice cannot be heard.What happens to the emotions that go unsaid?To the feelings that are never expressed! Are they understood too!   Dr. Mudasir Ahmad Gori
A paused game
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A paused game

It was a rainy evening of May,We were tired of sitting and,Gazing at the downpour.Through the gaps of my fingers,The roaring thunder did crawl in.Tear stained window panes,Waved wide in the winds.At out the windows far,Lay our ground wet with,The cricket game half done.And the bat that was aside,Needed a bath for sure.The muddy ball needed it,As well, I reckon. I wondered, when was the time,That wetting in the rains,Would no longer make us sick.I always wanted to, butMay be they were true.For I never wanted to be sick.For being sick is of no good.They said; had to,Eat big bitter pills..Rain was still at it's best. The corridors with no lights,Were half asleep except for,The tapping toes and giggles.We ran to the old bookcase,Reached hands and,Got some stuffs down.Tore t...
Curves
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Curves

  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
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Someday

  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...
Philosophy of yearning
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Philosophy of yearning

  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