Poetry

She smiled softly

Written byAzmina Anwer Khan August 2, 2022 Poetry

She smiled softly but this time it was different.Her face smiled but her soul didn’t.and that was the moment she was alone,it faded into nothing.you see, she wanted to feel something.she used to believe in miracles, but that was one thing she lost.she tried so hard to pull herself out.But...

Not everything that didn’t drown was saved

Written byFahima Nahid August 1, 2022 Poetry

Not everything that didn’t drown was saved.Few collapsed on the verge of life and few were saved on the brink of death.Not everything that silence conveys has to be strong. The suppressions have bifurcated peace into pieces, to be left to crumble.The rock bottoms are fragile now, so it pushes...

The aromatic smell

Written byOindrila Pal July 23, 2022 Poetry

The aromatic smell of the freshly baked bread hung in the airThrough the glass window across the ocean of tables I see it“ Its the croissant” he yelps in joy while the rest stare“What you say?”He gulps air into his lungs and widens his eyes –“luscious and softThy pillow you...

Unicorns

Written byMaseera Batool July 23, 2022 Poetry

Unicorns of pink shades and purple hues.Its horn with glitter blues.The magical sky was overfilled with the northern lights.I could feel each beat in these silent nights. The Saturn rings cover the mountain peaks.Shooting stars making the line of streaks.The mystical rain of diamonds and emeralds,Which could be seen in...

What does the norm say ?

Written byFahima Nahid July 18, 2022 Poetry

What does the norm say?There’s this privilege of the unknown that I crave for now.Sometimes to just stop fetching what’s behind the mist and exist in the flaws of half-baked erudition.The glimpses of childhood started slipping away until we couldn’t hold it any longer, any tighter.I forgot that what we...

I was born with the wings

Written byMaseera Batool July 13, 2022 Poetry

I was born with the wings,One on each.Living the fullest,Without any deterrent.Piercing the altitudes,Flying through the clouds,I invariably felt that life is free. When I was five,My wings extended.I was glad to climb over the rainbowHugging the hues of euphoriaAnd chasing my own shadow. I turned eleven.My wings became pale.The...

Who you are to me!

Written byAzmina Anwer Khan June 29, 2022 Poetry

Not a day can ever tell who you are to me!I grew up In your hands, And these hands hold me tight.Your lap was my peaceful place, And now your shoulders are.You hold me the first time I came into this world, And now you are holding my lifetime.I know...