Published in: Revolution Flame 344/365 Leaning backward, At the throned bed of ‘Death’ He bleeds in opaque transparency The spell of paranormals cast Beyond the forests of reality Silver mist in the frozen eye, smudge the trembling senses and the borders of existing light, began to merge in wisps of darkness He strives so hard, … Continue reading
` Published in: Us Magazine and Revolution Flame Friday, December 07, 2012 I am well-known among the fellows, So am I quite famous now? I can make the words look complex, But can I make the complexities look simple? I can imagine the impossibilities, But can I create a world of my own? I … Continue reading
54/365 Published in: Revolution Flame I sit here alone and sing, The symphonies of old days The lyrics of past, I ring and travel in the life’s abyss The dulcimer in my old hand, of mahogany wooded and multi wands While the thick iron cords, leave marks on my skin, so old Wrinkles of aging … Continue reading
169/365 Published in: Revolution Flame O beauteous beauty O healthiest healthy Smiling that innocent smile O prettiest pretty Thou blessed man! Come into my arms Yes, you have to! Do not stand away from me.. Do not fear me.. Doth thou recognize my face? Nay, I am not a stranger; I am the emblem of … Continue reading
Published In: Revolution Flame 231/365 You think that I burn, whence you burn me into ashes of nothingness; I think that I burn you, inside out and siphon your soul away in the smoke of nothingness! Written By : Zunaira Afzal Photo Credits : Rizwan Shahid
The charms of a petals at a bough, And now… Dead in my hair rest. Zunaira Afzal
Published in: Revolution Flame 95/365 Leaning back At the hospital bed Burying my head in the pot of my hands I mourn.. over unknown.. Unknown pain Unknown desire Unknown identities The blurred screen of past bleed and the old physic at the white sheets lay soullessly… Among the injections The doctors The drips The white … Continue reading
Published in: Revolution Flame Once in a day I came, at the tomb-stone of my desires empty handed.. epileptic headed.. The frozen emotions began to melt Water soothes the blazing eyes People call me, Desperate… Dejected… I wear darkness I mourn in black Confused… Restless… My soul anxiously lurches My mind works not My head … Continue reading
Published in: Revolution Flame Woes and Sorrows, Remind me of life Odds and circumstances, Hard to survive The people to pay Some words to say The baby to bread And eyes to shed The wounds to heal Just sorry to feel But I’ve heard; Night changes into day Nothing can stay Clouds into rain Time … Continue reading
Published in: Us Magazine, The News I love unusual things, The smoke of cigarette The ashes of burnt coal The shards of a broken glass The boiling of eyes, Pregnant with dreams The hollowness of sighs Broken hearts, And faked smiles To sit alone, Sipping black coffee The bitter-sweet pain And the tapping rain … Continue reading
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