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Faith-is the Pierless Bridge

By Emily Dickinson

Faith - is the Pierless Bridge

Supporting what We see

Unto the Scene that We do not-

Too slender for the eye

It bears the Soul as bold

As it were rocked in Steel

With Arms of Steel at either side-

It joins - behind the Veil

To what, could We presume

The Bridge would cease to be

To Our far, vacillating Feet

A first Necessity.

Walking with the Moon

By Abid Agha

The Moon walked with me through

the night,

Slow and quiet, side by side.

We stayed together all night long,

Its majestic glow sang nature’s song,

Every note touched my soul,

Holding me close, then letting go.

A pin-drop silence held us there,

A soulful journey, light as air.

A puff of clouds moved to hide the light,

But darkness faded within my sight.

I looked at the Moon with a gloomy face,

Why am I low?

A sudden weight I cannot trace.

I recall tales tied to moonlight,

Of human sorrow, loss and plight.

O Moon,

This cherished journey draws to a close;

In your gentle light,

I find repose.

Life is a maze

By Esha Bakht

The days are sombre.

I feel gloomy.

The mind is not vivid.

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.

A tell-tale

By Aatka Salman

I am a tree, adorned with all its thorns and flowers.

Gusts of winds move me.

I have no choice, so I let the

force steer me.

I don’t want to break.

So, I tremor and let the throes of fate do as they please.

But I am not weak.

I stand my ground.

I am strong and bold with my mighty will and my brown-coloured resilience.

I won’t let anyone or anything uproot me.

I have my fair share of thorns. Weaknesses that are there,

against my will,

and sometimes, I think,

I care a little too deeply, give more than expected.

So then, I tend to take a deep breath and embrace my thorns

and my flowers.

As I am them and they are me,

for I am that tree that you see in the deep end of that bewitched forest.