THE LAST WORDS OF A DYING MARTYR – Nabeel Nadeem

November 18, 2009

How painful it is to lose a loved one,
You cannot know unless you have lost one.
Nothing can quite describe the aftermath;
The whole world seems to be devoid of fun.
 
I felt the loss, and felt it deep,
All alone, in the night I weep.
You would fare no better than me,
When you realize that never shall your country awake [...]

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Picking up the pieces…- Ayesha Shafaq

November 18, 2009

lead a paltry life,
Darkness and uncertainty were with it to disguise,
Rivers of tears formed in me everyday,
I feared of going astray before my demise…
 
I kept pettifogging for things that were fake,
I was a follower of infidelity,
The infernal world made my life an inferno for me,
I suspected I would never reach reality…
 
Petulant, I was,
For I never [...]

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Hate for Fate – Shuja Ansari

November 18, 2009

A poem/kalaam dedicated to Islamic Uni Students and all the victims of terrorism
For every fatality I heed,
For every end I feel,
For every silence I observe,
For every fight I scrutinize;
MY SOUL disgust,
My body repulse,
My heart deter,
My life becomes hate!
Hate for fate!
Hate for fate!
Hate for fate!
For this day, today for me not only Mankind dissolved
But for this day, [...]

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PROMISE OF THE BOOK – Syed Mohammad Mujtaba.

November 18, 2009

There is for us,
the promise of the book,
and I believe.
So will not He, for the pleasure,
change, of his own : the creation?
Or will not He,
the most thought about, do,
show, signify, as He does,
by showing light
of the big thing in the blue,
that all is for, and
was since time came into being,
for he who claimed not…
will not [...]

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INSPIRATIONAL POEM – Khadeeja Zaman

November 18, 2009

Every fall is followed by a rise
Like rain is followed by shine
We have our hopes held high
For the land that is yours and mine
 
Moments roll, decades linger
History teaches, but we hardly learn
Our glorified past, the exalted tradition
And the candle of our life continues to burn
 
The charm from North, the dazzle from South
Despite all the distractions [...]

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Penning a Revolution – Manal Farrukh Khan

November 18, 2009

When the pen rebels
The subservient tone of blue
Merges and mixes
To evolve, as defiant red
Those lethargically thrown words
Which were once, a tool
To escape lazy Sunday afternoons
Can catalyze,
Mobilize
If, conscience adamantly asks to
Heart no longer feebly beats
But, palpates to dissipate
It’s intrinsic rhythmic regularity
And then suddenly,
Like thoughts aligning
To metamorphose
A phoenix,
Shall rise
From the ashes
Of a practical man
They say,
Slaves of convenience
Sometimes conceive
Such [...]

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A dream – ARSALAN FAROOQUI

November 18, 2009

OUR NATION WAS IN TYRANNY
OUR NATION WAS AT WAR
I DREAMED A DREAM
THEY SAID WE WOULD LOSE
THEY SAID WE WOULD PERISH
THEY SAID WE WOULD DIVIDE
I DREAMED A DREAM.
WE SPARKED REBELLION
WE SPARKED OUR YOUTH
WE FOUGHT FOR OUR DESTINY
WE FOUGHT FOR OUR RIGHT
WE FOUGHT FOR OUR DIGNITY
I DREAMED A DREAM
THEY TRIED TO SHATTER US
BUT UNITED WE WERE
THROUGH THE [...]

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AN INVINCIBLE REVOLUTION – Saleha Sheikh

November 18, 2009

The moistness of your eyes
Have no worth for corpses
Dispersed within your streets
With whom your mind
Carelessly allies
Tis’ fear of death and defeats
And right before you time unwinds
You’ll face
The Darkest of hours
Their menace enwinds
From west to the east
And falls from the tallest of the towers
Yet, know that faith is
Enough to shake their bases
They dig in arrogance, so [...]

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PAKISTAN – Mahhad Nayyer

November 18, 2009

The Life we had came to an end,
Izrael comes and then we condemn,
 
Lifetime deeds were mostly sins,
Like a sculpture with countless pins,
 
The time to repent was gone ago,
Now it’s no need for us to bow,
 
The events of our lives flashed through our minds,
Migration   from   home   to   Pakistani   regime,
 
Lost fathers, lost lands, lost love, lost brand,
But [...]

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My story… Your story… Our story – Abidah

November 18, 2009

To be able to see others sorrows
And won’t be able to help them
What a pity upon oneself it is
What a shame on the mankind
Sometime it is frustrating to see
How week a human is
Laughter are used to hide the sorrows
But without any accomplishment
Why play this game of hide and seek
When everything is already disclosed …

Our sorrows [...]

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