POETS’ CORNER

Poems foreverI Am Wind, You are FireBy RumiO you who’ve gone on pilgrimage -where are you, where, oh where?Here, here is the Beloved!Oh come now, come, oh com3e!Your friend, he is your neighbor,he is next to your wall -3You, erring in the desert - what air of love is this?3If you’d see the Beloved’sform without any form -You are the house, the master,You are the Kaaba, you! . . .Where is a bunch of roses,if you would be this garden?Where, one soul’s pearly essencewhen you’re the Sea of God?That’s true - and yet you3r troublesmay turn to treasures rich -How sad that you yourself veilthe treasure that is yours!Translated by Annemarie SchimmelImperviousBy Laraib ZakirYes, it’s springAnd it’s going toStay longer.But, no,There’s nothing in it for me,Mostly.The eyes,They still searchFor the skyDraped in silver-grey.The feet,They still wantTo walk on theCurled-up leaves,To hear them crunch underneathMaybe one last time.The wind,With its little ache of tingling cold,I somehow want it back.I have a heartThat clings on to fall.Fall forever.Imperfect perfectionBy Ayesha MalikHere am IA distant beingCreated out of dustA slave of lustCramped in a world Of text and wordThe scenery beyondThe screen oblongBeckon to the soulEscape from the globeInto an imperfect worldThe trees that growThe lake that flowsThe hope that glowsWas merely a flakeA distant remedyOf utter dependencyThe perfect flowersThe radiant showersThe rapid ecstasyThe rippling melodyThe state of perfectionMelded in resurrectionThe twisted tanglesOf branches and bramblesHow perfect is the beautyOf an imperfect serenity.An InsightBy Zarnab ElahiAnd so, the wayward wind;Took all the trash along with it,Like a wave in ocean, Purified the mess,Of ever growing thoughts and stress,Generated by the shaking storm,From oblivion towards chaos.A state of loss and forgetfulness. When someone loses his own self,Amid the hurricane of self doubt, For being the only flame out,That flairs and strives all the night,For the gentle touch of the wind and finds, The secret of living a festive life!My oxymoronous worldBy Zarlish WazirGlance round,Can you see?Them!The anxiety driven faces,Spark-less eyes, moving aboutCarrying the unfilled void of soul,Dragging the heart stinking of unrequited loveAnd chocked communication Speaking silence Their mournful chuckles Hiding the scars of Pain, anguish and disillusionmentConcealing their vindictive desires And physical contamination. Look around! You’ll see plenty of These creaturesGushing around the meticulously crafted Pathways of wealth, success and fameThey keep on running UntilThey are out of breath and short ofExternal validationFalling in the abyss of their rotten dreamsAnd decayed emotions.Compiled by SKKindly send your contibutions at: uspoetscorner@gmail.com

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