Dark Hours
The world has become numb. The human forms which roam here no more ooze blood, Intense exasperation evaporates from the blood-red sea. Trepidation sometimes shakes the land. Love no more […]
The world has become numb. The human forms which roam here no more ooze blood, Intense exasperation evaporates from the blood-red sea. Trepidation sometimes shakes the land. Love no more […]
Gossamer web of time, delicate yet strong Articulating every move of humans; As if they’re preyed on, and devoured slowly With only the shadows leaving behind Of yesteryears, memories, Of […]
Let me touch the drops, O Rain Resplendent drops. Rain-soaked memories, Smell of the earth, Ginger tea and cookies, And, nicotine On his lips…. Let them blossom Let me alive […]
Collecting pieces of the past Thought waves, thought webs Drops of memories, congealed Revisiting the wishes, we once had Making us feel at home With nostalgia……….
Poetry is a dangerous thing because it can make you feel the experiences you never had in your lifetime. And, that’s perhaps, defines beautiful poetry. When I started reading Rehana Shamsi’s […]
She savoured the smell of tobacco, wafting through the air His dreamy, cerulean eyes, as they spoke to her, with care That eyes could speak, that hearts could hear She smiled, […]