International Day of the Girl Child

“I raise up my voice—not so I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard…we cannot succeed when half of us are held back.” ―Malala Yousafzai”

Head bowed, 

Face hidden away, 

She dreams of freedom, 

Each and every day.


Her only companion is a pen in hand, 

Scribbling her thoughts down,

She wonders aloud, 

Will she ever escape this town?


Now you see, the fault isn’t within her,

She loves her home as much as the other, 

Yet he was given freedom, 

While she was told to stay at home with her mother.


I say to her and all her comrades, 

Fear not the shackles of this age,

We will empower ourselves till the end,

And I promise, this is a war to be waged!

S. Mahrukh Nawaz

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World Teacher’s Day!

​They held my hand,

Scared and small;

Taught me to spell the tree,

That apples came from.

Gentle and kind,

With a strict edge at times;

They showed me around school,

Its intimidating hallway became mine.

From A to Z,

And running with scraped knees;

They watched as my friends,

Became my chosen family.

My teacher held me when all fell apart,

A second parent, not by blood, but by heart.

– Gulrukh Rizvi~

Do Not Trespass.

You do not blow a kiss
To a fire breathing monster
You do not hold blood trickling hands reaching out of a grave
You do not clip the wings of a bird
Destined to burn them in the sun
You do not burn the bridges
When their debris are already under your foot
You do not run into​ the ocean when it’s freezing cold
You do not paint the clouds
and get sad when they’re still grey and white
Don’t you dare, oh darling don’t you dare
To bring your jar of hopes
I just have a castle made of sand
Which I demolish by night.

-Hira Altaf.

Bio-Sciences.

Painting by: henrikaau.

Aura.

Glass blown and sanded,
The feel of silk,
The smell of spring,
None can compare,
To the aura which you have ensnared,

The springs of Honduras fall short on all scales,
The suns radiance in your presence fails,
Your grace eludes even the black swan,
If you’re the queen, i’d happily play the pawn,

The wilderness flocks to your reside,
To the Olympians you are their pride,

None to your presence can compare,
To the aura which you have ensnared.

Even the Greek sculptors would fail to capture your beauty
The mystery, the allure all have their specific duty

How the clouds part to reveal the moon and stars,
Who are well aware that their spell has been cast,
Your arrival brings a similar magic,
To not stop and admire it would be tragic,

A sin I would not commit,
A whim to which I cannot submit,

None can compare,
To the aura which you have ensnared,

As flowers at the beginning of day
Like the moon beckoning the water astray

Crystal is my mind,
My feelings for you have me intertwined,
The epitome of excellence is you,
The model of all traits
It is true!

The conundrum now seems how to let go,
How to evade destiny’s call
How to turn away from my curtain call.

-Bilal A. Temuri.

Within The Confines of My Mind.

I

Inhale…
I creep down the stairs
Inhale…Exhale…
There isn’t anyone there

The people are in bed
The house sleeps on
There is no one to stop me
As I leave home

Rich hues so blinding
Sensory nerves in overdrive
I breathe in deeply
Feeling almost alive

Gone are the black rooms
The suffocating darkness
Instead appear the wild paths
The rolling hills endless

Inhale… Exhale…
I walk tentatively on
Inhale… Exhale…
Deep into the illuminating morn

 

 

 

sidd

 

II

He speaks of time
Days yet to come
Stories and moments
That haven’t yet been spun
Of humans, happy
And battles undone

Surpassed sweet harmony
Wretchedness cast aside
The deadened homo sapien
Brought back to life
Voids refilled
Responsibilities recognized

Prevalent: Empathy, Humanity, Consideration
Melodious laughter, smiles untaxed
Is such eccentricity possible?
Sans being asked?!
Mass malady cured?
Altruism atlast?!

The world seems not so bad
In his soft lilting tone
But just as I am about
To ask of more
Down slide his hat and eyebrows
As he melts into the floor

Colours swilling around,
The unrecognizable cascading individual
Whilst the puddle flows away from sight
I blink unperturbed
Gone is the old presence
Departed; not unheard

Instead appear the hedges
Sweet roses so red
Hospitable thorns
I am tempted
But inhaling…Exhaling…
I stroll on ahead

 

 

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III

Shrill cries pierce my reverie
Vine-y fingers encircle my arm
Shoulders shaken, the cacophony-of worry- fills my ears
Mutely, not protesting in alarm
I am dragged back by The Distressed
Back to my life-as they see fit
I try to speak but am silenced
Not allowed out of home since birth
Atleast not without an escort
Eons have transpired in their pointless worry
Visionless by birth, voiceless by the protector
(I realise) I cannot tell anyone of the things I see
For in my condition, who
In this world would dare believe me

-Sidra Zahid.

 

 

Can you hear me? Where did I go?

Let us endure.

Let us fall.

Bring back that version of me that penetrates through my entire being.

Bring me back those eyes that lost themselves in the many realms that you had created.

Bring me back the heart that once understood what it meant to feel different no matter how diminutive it was.

Look.

And listen.

Try to find me in the cracks of my skin.

Search for me in the words my quivering lips fail to say.

Maybe I’d be humming in the dim halls, alone and astray.

The lights are fading now.

I’m slowly blending into the inky skies above me.

You’re losing me, and you’re still begging me to stay.

Can’t you understand?

My existence is not necessary for you, and neither are you for me.

Let’s be real, just this once.

I have lost you.

My beloved existence, my beloved self.

I have lost you.

-Gul Butt.

One Day.

One day

I will be

as brilliant as

I can be.

One day

I will rise from this slump

And shed this skin,

My flesh will be tender and pink

but it will be new.

The selfish aura lining my limbs

Will burn up in itself and leave

Only the ashes of empathy

I will rise like a Phoenix

Shining red and gold,

I will be confident, I will be bold

My light so bright, I will illuminate

My entire being will jubilate.

I will be courageous and just

The universe will witness,

One day is all I need

To start the rest of my life, as a brilliant new me.

-Aqsa Baiq.