Life
And we adhere to dreams…
Resonating in the blue-green veins,
Neatly coiled between the
Sharp-edged bones carved out
Of lust and mortal needs.
We strive to read between
the lines of jagged words…
raw and drenching with bloodied
emotions, sprouting from
hushed desires and eager eyes.
We wake, we sleep…
Spiraling in and out of this
Fascinating reverie of life
and death. The grays intense and
We adhere to dreams.
Poet
Night has a way of expediting thoughts_
I punch the pillow to settle the feathers
But the devious witch of sleep alludes.
The keys of the laptop blink at me
A soundless call of the magic invention
put together by Modern wizards of technology.
Night impels a fresh bout of creativity,
Conspiring with the darkest hours and
hushed tones of voices from present and past.
The pull is too strong for me to resist
Coerced by my deepest, strongest longings
I craft a web from my disjointed words.
My poor vocabulary weeps on the page
Unwittingly heightening the raw excitement
of having the enticing power to craft within.
We Who Are Forever Damned
We who are forever damned…
Locked away in gloom and fire
Enveloped in the furious hiss
of red tongues lashing out
to lick and devour.
Envious of the perplexing chaos
ringing between Heaven and Hell
Insignificantly significant…
So here we are_ forever damned
Caged within the Self.
Requiem
Dead beauty you are mourned
by shallow breaths and bitter tears
by half formed words
and floppy tones.
The cuckoo lies dead at your feet
frozen in silence and quickly forgotten
by those around
your white corpse.
The curtain of death is thick enough
heavily fringed with sickening gloom,
with dark despair
and lost hopes.
Oh, beautiful marble goddess awake
sing for your devotees around…
with lilting voice
and cheery tunes.
This world now seems forlorn
wrapped up and lost in silence
with grey devouring
the flaming hues.
Farewell My Soul! My Love! My Heart!
your death is the death of my gasping Art
of passionate words
and starry dreams.
Farewell My Queen!
Hiraa Kazmi earned a Masters in English Literature from the Department of English at the University of the Punjab. She also holds a Master’s degree in Education and International Development from UCL Institute of Education, U.K. Hiraa wrote her first poem for University of the Punjab’s English Department magazine “Words” and has never stopped writing. Literature is her long-term friend and she seeks refuge, advice, insight and delight in books. She is a lecturer at the University of Education, Lahore, Pakistan where she teaches courses in literature. Her poems have been published in Eastlit Magazine, 805 Lit, Quailbell Magazine, Darkrun Review, Scarlet Leaf Review and other places.
