So They Live, Who Dare

So many are the attempts to make

So many dreams will have to break

The heart of stone, in the long run

In hailing storm, in sweating sun

So many promises that lie

So many wishes will have to die

The life in hardship never ends

The strength or firmness never bends

So much of the past to forget

So many are the plans to set

The life looks as the river flows

Passing past, as the wind blows

So many are the breaking tears

So many are the shaking fears

Which masks the eye wet

Which makes the soul regret

So “aspire for excellence” you believe

So decide! you will never give in

Promise all dark days you will bear

Saying this “So they live who dare!”

 

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The First of March

Like glittering pixels,

the floor shines,

rippling as the wind blows,

a mirrored light.

As the gentle breeze caresses your flushed cheeks,

a warmth emanates from the core of your bosom,

when you think of the of the pink blossoms,

or the fluffy skies.

Good morning dear, sweet sparrow,

welcome baby leaves,

and a Hello to you,

                                                                               the First of March.

“Rise”

By Saima Ejaz

 

Oh you, wake up, time is running out,

The end is coming,

You must awake and move on,

The stars are trailing and the night is gone,

You must do your unfinished work, time is running short,

Flashes of gold and jewels are there,

Oh there is a peal and a sparkling stone, leave it there,

It’s a derail in your path, a distraction,

Oh fool, open your eyes, see the truth,

Let go of the oblivion and let the precision make sense to you,

Do whatever is left; you won’t be back this way again,

There are no chances, no second life,

This is it, this is it,

Make do with it and hurry because the end is near.

Fluttering Wings

 

Is it like when winter wind blows?
No matter now for no one knows
My eyes dart from darkness to darkness
In my trembling body, my fright shows

I hear voices, echoing screams
And something white, a light it seems
Fluttering wings I vaguely see
Like those I remember from the first of my dreams

It is time to leave this cave of darkness
To a place where nothing dwells but lightness
I am no longer what I knew myself to be
Spirit of the heavens; my new identity

The Sparrow Sings

A poem about the social evils and crimes against humanity, committed not only in Pakistan,  but in other developing nations with male dominated societies. The metaphor of the sparrow has been incorporated to indicate how the world rarely notices how brutal and painful these crimes really are.

Far away,
A place where no one dares to travel,
Somewhere along the empty trail,
A young girl loses her innocence,
She wails and screams,
While the sparrow sings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the neighborhood,
In a place called home,
A tattered and broken abode,
A wife, a mother, lies on the floor,
Abused and marred,
And the sparrow sings.

In a field,
A barren and hollow piece,
A man sets his blood on fire,
Simply because she chose to,
Fulfill her desires,
Still the sparrow sings.

Round the corner,
In a desolate village,
The epitome of purity and innocence,
A female infant,
Meets her demise,
But the sparrow sings.

In front of me,
The people I know,
Disrespect and shoot down,
The ones who gave them life,
Yet the sparrow sings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thousands cry,
While millions die,
Torment knows no bounds,
As everyone watches the world burn,
Havoc, unrest and anarchy,
Then why does the sparrow sing?

A Warriors Confession

A Warriors Confession – Abdullah Iqbal

The moment of reckoning wasn’t far away
Years of preparation and at last they come today
In the face of annihilation he stood merry and gay
Out of the distant mirage they came
Spears held high, armor red as flame
Bellowing a thousand chants Lord, of thy name
Ecstatic, he feared no death or mishap
With his men he hid there to entrap
Sword gripped tight, he would pounce in a snap
With no chance of squall
Sharp as ever his sword ripped them all
One, Two, Three, their demise resembled a rock fall

Inevitability hung in the air
Death came from just there
And soon the sun resembled a mere flame
He thought of his beloved as the world darkened
By her side he hoped to be awakened
Alas this futile wish left him saddened
Remember it will be as the story
Of certain servant from the old priory
For he knew he was destined for glory
It occurred only then when he cried for the lord
Though for so long the Creators power left him awed
He realized finally that there was no God

 

At world’s end

At world’s end (Azal Zahir)

At world’s end,
How far back can we really bend?
Clinging to reality, a foot to escape,
Hanging above a world of dreams,
Mouth agape.

Below, we can put together our thoughts that fleet,
Create a world void of sin,
A world of fantasy, a haven we may call our lair,
With streams, hills, bowers and flowers,
Budding in their beds.

Yet to climb back up is where many path and errands meet,
Where the light brightens and dims,
Our hearts find love and despair,
More love and then repair,
Where many known and wise footsteps,
Have still tread.

So in wonder,
Steady gone under.
Is it the light ways that are so frightening?
Or that the rock could be struck by lightning?
How long can we remain afloat?
To let go or not?
How much longer can we remain so taut?