Do I hear the roar of sea Or the sand shifting in a dune No, all the sounds are asleep Even the fear makes no screams…
I was born and bred in Lahore. After doing my matriculation from the Govt. Comprehensive Girls High School, I was fortunate enough to lay hands on my father's small collection of English novels. From there began my journey of love for literature. I went on to get a formal degree in English Literature at masters level from the Punjab University that gave me an opportunity to read varied forms of literature and I devoured the works of the most distinguished names in literary world. I was an avid reader of novels and short stories till 2014 when through facebook I came across poets from different parts of the world and I developed a passion for reading poetry. I never thought I would write poetry myself but one morning I woke up as if a new person feeling quite blessed and wrote my first poem. Of course it was not a mature piece of writing but it put me on the right track. Since then there was no looking back and Poetry became my best friend. At the time, I was out of employment, so had plenty of time to write. I made sure I read every great piece of writing and by reading I improved myself. But I believe the best we write is when we write instinctively. We can always give a proper structure to our thoughts later but first draft must come from instinct. I find poetry writing very healing spiritually. It has given me a voice that I never knew I had. Now poetry is as important for me as breathing, eating, living. Hope you will read me and appreciate my poetic journey.)
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Half-shaded in the afternoon The marbled floor smudged By the acacia shadow Awaits the summer breeze…
The trees are full of a chirpy joy The air is fragrant with honeysuckle The sky is calm, hearing intently The medley music of the earth…
My heart turns to stone Once in a while Bereft of pity, a hollow void And I cannot grieve the dying…
The impalpable passing of time The intangible sailing of life Make you realize you live in abstractions…
A bunch of pink roses made me forget for a while the troubles of the world the aches and the strife…
Storm-clouds hide the sky And all that it carries My wish, your wish…
A cloud carries In its soft body A storm Or a drizzle…
With no hand to hold The boulevard stark and cold Offering money, ambition, glamour But no empathy, no compassion…
Strive for balance And symmetry In life And the outcome…
In bed of illness Fed On the remnants Of hope…
It's been years since the chase The blind following of the shadows The wish to see the dark side of the moon It's been flowering…
Make me part Of your solitude Where your thoughts Glow like the moon…
From dawn to dusk I see a timid sun And overbearing clouds Playing upon our dreams…
I'm suffused with the soft, sunny serenity of spring Feeling in my blood the fluorescent freshness of flowers…
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