Poetry
The Desert
In the memory of her late father
The desert
Has no beginning,
No end.
The sand whispers
Stirred gently by the wind.
I call
Your name
And hear my vice come back to me.
Mir! I shout, raising my voice,
But no Mir shouts back to me.
I write your name on the sand
And pray that you will answer me.
Mir, I whisper,
Where have you gone?
I touch [...]
Hear Me
Hear me. Hear me
whisper to the sky.
I never got to say
Goodbye.
I call so
Loudly. Hear me.
Beyond the rain, the clouds.
I need to tell you
I miss you. I cannot bear
To call like this
Without reply.
Answer me by just
Saying goodbye.
- Fatima Bhutto
I still survive, I live
Another broken heart,
A lot of shattered dreams.
I still survive, I live,
You can’t be mine, it seems.
No one hears me weep at night,
No one hears my silent cries.
I still survive, I live,
Yet you never do realize.
I live in you, I would die for you.
No! I’m neither dead nor alive.
I still survive, I live.
Through a life like [...]
Be Mine
The look in your eyes,
the warmth in your smile.
Oh, what a beauty you are!
Couldn’t help but stare a while.
Wishes I have, they are so many,
but this is a wish, unlike wished any,
‘coz all I want is to ask thee,
“would you love it, if you belong to me?”
- Arsalan Jamshed
Rain
It comes down,
like a soothing balm,
to wash away,
unpleasant memories,
and remind of pleasant ones.
Deep down a sore heart,
awaiting a new start,
let the rain come down
as a prayer for the living.
- Arsalan Jamshed
