Faded Memories (A Poem)

This time of the night

This sorrowed heart of mine needs healing

This separation from the beloved is a curse

The beloved itself is a curse

I have faded memories of her

Maybe the beloved is not even real

Who knows?

I don't.

This time of the night

People are sleeping soundly

And here I am, O Beloved

Writing meaningless poetry.

- Bilal Rajab

P.S. The next chapter of my novel (Master) will be uploaded real soon.

History

Held down by the wings of history

By the fear of tomorrow's mystery

The incredulity of which has me frail

All that the present presents now is stale

All that felt ubiquitous once seems obscure

The insidious inception of all that allures

Cautious to be blindfolded by all that meets the eye

The deceiving nature of "glamor" that  reality has.

My catharsis of it, staying in my own skin 

Rejecting all interaction, the need for kin

All that I heed is the cosmos of my mind.

Ahmed Zia

Rain

 

Rain, stay there to make me sane

I felt shattered, I felt down

My heartfelt bad, I  hated moon.

I dealt with something that caused me pain.

The clueless life, the lifeless clues.

I dealt with hardships, I got the blues…

I listened to a sound, that changed my mood.

The thundering clouds, the music of rain.

The lovely weather, the exotic feel

The cool days, full of zeal….

I realized soon, my brain will no longer drain.

Life was good, I had no complaints.

Rain, rain don't go anywhere.

Rain, stay there to make me sane.

 Sidra Rehman

🌌 A Night Under the Stars: A Journey Through the Soul

Sometimes, when the world gets too heavy,
I gaze at the night sky.
Each star reminds me of the mysteries of life,
its troubles, and its quiet magic.

I follow the brightest star—
the one that leads me inward,
toward my Mirror of the Soul.

It guides me
to a world unknown,
a place unspoken,
a parallel universe
where dreams and memories blend.

When I ponder that universe,
and the one we live in,
and all the life they hold—
I drift into sleep.

A sleep that
heals.
A sleep that
restores the soul.

In that universe,
the Lover always finds me.
Not with words,
but with a smile—
gentle, kind,
enough to unravel me
across all lifetimes.

One kiss on the cheek,
and everything I ever longed for
feels fulfilled.
All it took
was a smile.
A kiss.

The echo of the beloved’s voice
vibrates in my ears
and suddenly enters
my heart.

All it took
was a smile.

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