The Sunlight - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"The Sunlight"

I am cold,
Things are all composed.
My pen, closed,
With its cover rusted
And the ink all dried.
No, I can't write.





The papers pale,
The Chilling gale.
All dark outside,
No bright eyes to catch an insight...





Suddenly, there's a knock!
I open my eyes,
A ray enters the mind.
Opens the windows wide,
A warm summer breeze!
All around is light!
The sun has covered the sky,
Rejuvenated all the souls
Once cold.





I see those white papers fly,
The cover of the pen roles to a side,
The rusted patches, all washed away,
Ink from the pen drips to make a way.
Everything invites me to write.





The mind smiles
Eyes are filled with shine.
Everything seems to inspire
my thoughts that dance
Eager to be rhymed.





I turne to the window
Thank the warm sunlight
For giving a life
To my words,
And helping me rewrite.

War - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"War"

A war, I fight in my mind,

Among the opposing phyle.

One talks death the other say life,

One say black the other white.

I seem so quiet

To every sight,

A war is going inside.

A war so deep and wild,

For love and smile,

For peace and life.

Attacks my mind, the hostile,

I defend with might.

This scene of ancient conflict

Like those Arabic scuffling,

Same as it but disparate,

They were fought on sands and desert,

I play this hassle

Somewhere in my poise.

They were violent, with noise,

The bloodshed and scourge.

No, I'm in a combat of silence,

No bloodshed and no violence.

Still so painful and annoying,

Like the barefoot in winter mornings.