MYSELF
Azza Malik is my name
I don't have anything same
I have a mother but no little brother
I have a father but I like to dance...
Sonnet: Regeneration
Heart is feeling pain, part and recline
Like mourner's sighs and break off cries
Lonely loveless heart of mine
That chased ,captured...
Khalish- A Yearning
Huzaifa Pandit
At our last meeting
I felt a strange sensation:
Were you altered
in appearance?
Or was it just another
foolish fantasy
Of mine?
Did your inattentive glance
betray that I
had been...
I’ll Answer You
Omair Bhat
My silent friend,
I'll answer you...
I'll answer you...
If you ever dared to ask ,
which language I yearn to speak,
which language I yearn to listen,
My...
Nowhere Upon
Milad Mehmood Zargar
No fiction to hang upon and no fog to make me bound
No speeding to listen a clear sound
No secrets under my own...
AFZAL TO MATES IN HEAVEN
MUHAMMAD DANIYAL
My mates
As heart as always awaited
A messenger of truth, freedom and peace
One came walking to me, my cell
Through the dark alleyway like corridor...
From the diary of Afzal Guru
Priya Malik
"I come of a collective community.
Who says blood is always thicker than water?
Of fragrant flowers and wading waterfalls.
Flowers faded and waterfall froze.
Elves in...
Answer me
Adil rasheed
What are you, the song of mist?
You are gifted with elixir of life
I think of you by the day that goes
And forget you...
The Country I Hear About
Musab Iqbal
In your country, I heard
There is no post office, but the martyrs dispatch
In your country, I heard
There is no rail network, but the...
Mourning and Hope
SANA FAZILI
The morning is lit but not bright.
The sun is up but it seems dull.
The silence has prevailed yet the peace is missing.
Birds are...
On the canvas of water
JUNAID ALTAF
The surface of life acting as a canvas
The splendor of creation as its guest
Witnessed by the magnificent of all
A view to be magnified...
Will we ever wake for Kashmir
MUSAB IQBAL
The Nation “shook” the Nation “awaken” the Nation
Flashes the headline of recycled papers
As the nation lies only somewhere in Delhi
And the margins and...
A Snowy Blessing
ZUHA SHAH
Roads, meadows and hill tops
White coated are all roof tops
Showering like flowers, white and small
Sky to earth, dancing they fall
So nice, so scenic,...
Crimson Waves Across the Jehlum
San'aa Sultan
Today,
Silence resonates,
Across the ripples of the Jhelum.
Today,
Whispers of pain,
Are bound within its banks.
Nobody speaks,
But the words are encrypted,
In the soil,
And in every crimson...
Mistaken Identity
Induced tranquil around pretends
Scene of my capitulate truism
Hang on a second, my Jury!
When was I liberated to express this compulsion?
Perhaps one more manufactured narrative
Is...
