It lies not in our power to love, or hate, For will in us is over-rulde by fate....
Poems forever
By Christopher Marlowe
(from Hero and Leander)
It lies not in our power to love, or hate,
For will in us is over-rulde by fate.
When two are stript long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win.
And one especially doo we affect,
Of two gold Ingots like in each respect,
The reason no man knowes, let it suffise,
What we behold is censur’d by our eyes.
Where both deliberat, the love is slight,
Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?
By Majda Ulfat
Tomorrow is scary and uncertain.
Today holds sway over me.
My burdened heart wants to rush and attain,
But I must restrain, I must refrain.
For I have to wait.
Wait patiently for my answers.
Wait faithfully, like parched earth
waits for rain.
Wait beautifully,
like flowers waiting for spring to bloom,
Fighting all the darkness and gloom.
I have to wait like no other.
I have to wait as if I’m praying,
As if I am believing, and thus seeing.
I have to wait
As if miracles are waiting.
I have to wait
As if you are waiting for me too.
By Ummara Rukhsar
Confined... trapped... ignored... shunned...
My voice, my ideas, my thoughts
They trigger something in you.
It unsettles you.
So you try to silence me.
I feel your hand around my throat.
I shout. I wail. I scream.
Yet I remain unheard.
By Esha Bakht
The days are sombre.
I feel gloomy.
The mind feels clouded.
It’s all dreamy.
There is no clarity in my
actions.
I am indecisive.
There is no narrator of
my story.
There is silence.
Sad are my days.
Life is a maze.
You will feel lost.
Once you take the wrong turn.
You will get entangled,
In a never-ending run.
By Abid Agha
The rain returned the way old feelings do
soft at first, then all at once.
Two hearts, once lost in separate storms,
found shelter again beneath the same pouring sky.
Raindrops stitched the silence between us,
each one a memory falling back into place.
We didn’t speak
We didn’t need to.
Your smile shimmered in the monsoon light,
warm as the earth after its first touch of rain.
And for a moment,
we weren’t strangers healing alone
we were the ‘us’ we once knew,
rediscovered in the rhythm
of a rainy evening
and memories that refused to fade.
When love feels like the first downpour
Pure, quiet, magical, and unexpected.
