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Friday, 26 February 2016

The Proposal - Poetry by Neelum Afridi



"The Proposal"



It bumped out of nowhere,
Matchless, reckless, pointless;
When a Bee asked an Elephant 
That it was only his cuteness
Which won't let her sleep 
But that the queen shall never agree
Though, they can always flee
To a grassland where happily they can live. 
The Elephant startled when proposed the Bee.
Together they may form a moppet to spring
Who might be named as Beelphanties.
Continued she...



Turned around thinking to say Nei 
"Don't you dare to refuse a lovely offer by me."
That its heart felt a burn,
Realised that it was the stinging poison injected by the bee
"Nevertheless I'm a girl, say 'yes' or get killed." 
Uttered she....



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Sunday, 10 January 2016

A Murderess - Poetry by Neelum Afridi



"A Murderess"




In a battle I am, 

To kill or to live?

Only, that I'm confused, 

"Would I be a murderess

If I kill my own soul?" 


poetry by Neelum Afridi

Saturday, 26 December 2015

The Unwanted Choice - Poetry by Neelum Afridi





"The Unwanted Choice"





Walked alone down a dry road
It was colourless, all lifeless, dead
And well-worn.
A butterfly flew near me, it whirled,
Caressed me, showed all its vibrancies
As it capered.
Initially I ignored, shooed it away.
"No place for you."
I said in a harsh way.
It still buzzed around, touched my ears,
Kissed my eyes; then it said,
"I know I'm not your choice."




The words melted my heart.
Instantly I realised,
"I always wanted this rainbow in my life."
I ran after the butterfly, but it flew away.
I tried to chase; worthless!
All it said before it left,
"We can't be together
As I am an unwanted choice."




Now it's gone, I'm all alone.
"Yeah, you were not my choice,
Though I think better now
That I always waited
For this unwanted choice
In my dreary life"
I cried towards the red sky
Yet I watched the sunset forlorn.

Monday, 30 November 2015

The Unlit Cigarette - Poetry by Neelum Afridi




"The Unlit Cigarette"





Puffed the cigarette
Held between his lips
In the cold night of the snowy Christmas.
Stood beside the frozen lake,
Beneath the bridge of the black secrets.


He was lost in the murky dusk,
Played by the needles of his compass.
The frosty wind jabbing him hard
On his frailly back,
Reminding him how he was trapped
in the net woven by the wool
Of his own woolen cap.



Removed the cap from his bald head,
Flung it away into the misty firmament.
Puffed the cigarette once again,
The smoke this time reflected some alphabets,
It said,
"Curse those friends who
Can't lit your unbranded cigarette. "








Saturday, 21 November 2015

You Never Asked - Poetry by Neelum Afridi



"You Never Asked"




Pitch-dark night,
a moth struggles for light,
a story of struggle at height.
But, you never asked,
about its lonely-life,
which is why It cried.



The very first flight,
It's enthusiastic with no fright,
there it goes, that it
burns its wing at right.
It falls down in plight,
to stand up and fight.



Once again, it rises
with a single wing, still tries.
Oh, this time,
It burns its only wing.
No more it can glide,
On the ground it lies,
thinking all over at night,
the next morning it decides,
"No wings, that's fine,
after all the tiny legs are mine,
they have all the might. "
Once more, it starts its journey,
with its head high.



We can all guess in precise,
the end of this heroic tale,
the moth gave its life,
in search of its heart’s desire.
Though, all this time,
it waited for you to ask,
"How is this lonely-life?"
No, you never did and it died,
with a heart-aching sigh!



Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Wait - Poetry by Neelum Afridi



"Wait"




It's like standing,
bare feet,
on a glacier’s,
 peak.



Alike,
 peregrinating
a desert,
sans water.



That is how,
 It feels,
When I wait,
 for thee.



Oh, Spring!
come quick,
let me live;
You're my bliss.



Or, I'll wither,
like an autumn leaf,
dead and displeased,
with no life to live.




Sunday, 6 September 2015

An Answer - Poetry by Neelum Afridi




"An Answer"






The air echoes with the sobs
Of half-opened flowers
 Plucked before they blossomed.





What will you answer the Almighty
O lethal plucker,
When the sobs will reach
The Gardens of Eden?