Tag: 2015
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They Experiment With Life
And they think they are in control, Their limited minds, do not know soon they’ll lose it all. They snatch an infant from the mother’s protective lap, Seeking to create innovative work borne out of someone’s mishap. They play like a cruel thoughtless child, That tortures and kills an insect to explore the…
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The Golden Virtue
And what has long befallen me Will reach its timely death And patience is the golden virtue That I must hold onto every breath. It is surely a long long road Of trials and tribulations Of sorrows and afflictions But the fruit is well worth the thorns’ pricks. For God is with those who…
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Hide and Seek
Rustling, alluding, Tiring me with ease, This celestial tease. Susurrating, the mischievous little thing, spreads its teasing baits all around the place. Rapidly turning around, like an alert hunter, she looks for the source of the sound. Her eyes scrutinise the plain, a playful smile twitches at the corners of her mouth, simultaneously, her mind…
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Ode To A Healing Soul
Wounded souls silently live in the pain Waiting for a prayer that will assuage their mane Providing a solace for the throat with blood stain, Cut through with the silent screamings’ echoes’ train The caressing dull glow of the crepuscule’s gain Affects the bruised one to writhe in fires of bane In the night’s soothing…
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Through The Looking Glass
Through the looking glass, I see, pick, and re-arrange The shattered pieces. – SKY – © Seemeen Khan Yousufzai and SKY’S REALM, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear…
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The Saga of a Sage
Another attempt at a ballad. And the young child pouted, Brows furrowing, The candy he desired Found home In the hands of a sibling. Upset with his parent In a fit of childish temper, He flung his poor, Blameless sweet candy Far away. It tumbled until, Lifelessly, it landed Before the wooden walking stick Of…
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Ode To The Wild Blue Rose
While your red mate Steals the rosy show, Dancing in its glory Of evoking love In barren hearts, Fusing its colour In lives around, You, Wild Blue Rose, Drifted and chose A life so vice versa Sucking the poison, Drinking the venom From the lives around; Suffering in silence, Standing in solitude, Shrouded in mystery,…
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The Yearning of Durkhanai’s Rabab
My latest sketch, ‘The Yearning of Durkhanai’s Rabab’, pays homage to the legendary Pashto poet, Khan Abdul Ghani Khan and his beautiful poem, ‘Pa Palang Nasta Da Layla’.
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