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Poetry

Beyond Stories of Evil

November 1, 2021November 2, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Stories of childhood that bring scare

Tells the tail of what lies beyond good

For those with intensions to unravel truth

Trying to break down these myths by pieces

End up staring at eye of evil around the corner

That lies forever dormant in most of us

Chaos and celebration of that hell

Is an approach of cooperating with living

Deep loathing of self can’t be discussed

Something so intimate to mankind

End up staring at eye of evil around the corner

That lies forever dormant in most of us

Balls of intention that is fair fantacy

Need to tumble out of book of truth

Acknowledge life’s puzzle with education

Of not only words but of deep mind

When we stare at eye of evil around the corner

That lies forever dormant in most of us!

Records that can be turned into

Biographies that hit hard in face

But the need to circle around

Tfamilies and friends of victims

Else they stare at eye of evil around that corner

That lies forever dormant in most of us.

The right time will never come for,

Each passing story can link with childhood

Hanging above waiting for right moment

To be philosophised and flow in words

Thus we stare at eye of evil around this corner

That lies dormant fo rmost of us

That prankster, the teenage, those moments

Will stay around for free on bunks

People will keep on graduating to next stage

Never finding their way out of this phase too

And again stare at eye of evil around the corner

That lie forever dormant in most of us

Finding world beyond evil and good

Is likely impossible to exist in real

Heavy devotion that portray our mindset

Can make us carry stories forward and help

To end up staring at evil eye around the corner

That lie forever dormant in most of us!

Poetry

Tangled Path

October 31, 2021October 31, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

A paradise that is absolute

Music, art, romance that is pure

But like a free spirited joy of life

Frightfully honest about what to come

Look at tangled paths that rant away

Bringing about their own theories’ end!

The consequences bringing in sadness

Voices that look effortlessly harmoneous

Darkness inside irrespective of gender

Becomes that extreme loud constant

Which look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end.

It is now safe to say or is it?

Strangers end up thinking the same

Even though each concert may wary

And the safety net may not be for all

Since we look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end.

They say troubles need to be avoided

For end in tragedy is enevitable

A long commitment may not be wise

Delight lies in staying one night

For we need to look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end.

When we end up a little nervous

For the article passes its hands

The wilderness need to be experienced

Rather than taming of its shrews

Who look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end.

I was told only the best survives!

For they have actual zeal to fight

Forgoing the concept of heaven or hell

For idea of heaven lies within ourselves

Rather than looking at tangled path that rant away

They bring around their own theories’ end!

Poetry

Tangled Paths

October 25, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

A paradise that is absolute

Music, art, romance that is pure

But like a free-spirited joy of life

Frightfully honest about what to come

Look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end

The consequences having own sadness

Voices that look effortlessly harmoneous

Darkness inside irrespective of gender

Become that extreme loud constant

Which look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end

It is safe to say that strangers,

End up thinking the same way

Even though each concert may vary

And the safety net may not be for all

Since we look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end

They say troubles need to be avoided

For tragic end of their end is inevitable

Long-term commitment may not be wise

The delight lies in staying one night for,

We need to look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end

When we end up a little nervous

Because the article passes hands

Its wilderness need to be experienced

Rather than taming the shrew

Who look at tangled path that rant away

Bringing around their own theories’ end

I was told only the best survives

Because we have the zeal to fight

Forgoing concepts of heaven or hell

Since we make our own haven

Rather than looking at tangled path that rant away

They bring around their own theories’ end!

Poetry

Semiotics of Songs

October 21, 2021October 22, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

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I try hard not to write songs for others

For it looks as if pigs fly in frames

Things are not interesting on red carpets

I sometimes wonder whether they really suit the banners

For the semiotics of it all is quite harsh

As the songs are not for their own

When someone ask, “is your spirit your own?”

I say it’s because we move from ocean to ocean

The panic in their eyes give away to sadness

Since they know I won’t tell the answer

Because the semiotics of it is quite harsh

As their songs are not for their own

With blink of an eye years turn forty

The difference lies in just days and nights

Perhaps is seen in desperation to mark new path

Trying to become a legecy as the artist

But the semiotics of it is quite harsh

As their songs are not of their own

I still refuse to believe it will end on day

For the honesty of reality is so imaginative

There will be similar songs to sing

For the demad fo rnew never ends

But the semiotics of it is quite harsh

As the songs are not of their own

As these words are leaving my pen

So shall I need to take care?

For I feel I created a machine

That help all travel into time since,

The semiotics of it all is quite harsh

As the songs are not of their own

I want these songs to resonate me for,

They are the reasons I didn’t smile back

Under the shell of heaviness of mind

Those relations can be termed abusive

For the semiotics of it is quite harsh

As the songs are not of their own!

Poetry

Ghostbusters of our Imagination

October 15, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

I can feel the DNA being amazed

For there is so much of writing to process

The franchise of life that millions breathe

Because for many it is a horror film

And there comes a generation

That becomes ghostbusters of imagination

What dowe make of their genes?

Trying to figure out the pocket it lies in

Some laugh others cry in horror

Many are aware of switch in genre

And there comes a generation

That becomes ghostbusters of imagination

Some call it science-fiction of puppetry

Others roll over as it being a game

But their is sincerity behind the idea

That christens its given name

For then there comes a generation

That becomes ghostbusters of imagination

It seem to be idea that can carry legecy

A place in mind where toys come to life

That part which becomes life’s daily experience

As it sits near the ones who created

For those that comes as a generation

That becomes ghostbusters of imagination

It is a concept between father and son

One giving birth to raise the other

Passing over control to let go

Since it becomes tough as a dive

Because then there comes a generation

That becomes ghostbusters of imagination

Imagine how ironic it shall be!

When uou happen to meet one of those

Trying to tickle their mark away

Bringing joy, respect and pride in

Realising that we are the very generation

That becomes ghostbusters of imagination.

Poetry

From Colours to Shades

October 14, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

I found a new room the othe rday

But my house remains the same

New possibilities perhaps emerge

As I explore heart of the beings

My identity faced the sheets with pen

of all colours and shades worht seeing.

The suicide that I seem to commit everyday

Reveals my distant cousin, that mind box!

I hound it for treasures and trinklets

When I end up picking a jade so rough

And my identity faced the sheets with pen

Of all colours and shades worth seeing.

Old habits die faster then they should

Untill I cannot see them through my hood

I try to explore every nook and corner

But all that remains is a flicker of memory

Then my identity faced the sheets with pen

Of all colours and shades worth seeing.

Same symbols, great dream are all I can see

humming away with strings of broken guitar

From the fountain of fluid lyrics

I try to make make memories from mortar

For my I dentity faced the sheets with pen

Of all colours and shades worth deeing.

In that new room all I came across

Is a broken social thought that fights

To build back to its old self

By explaining deeper into the sea of dreams

As my identity faced the sheets with pen

Of all colours and shades worth seeing.

Shades that merge to fing new colours

For there seem to be endless possibilities

To paint the city around in any colour

For it looks to be definitely worth it in end

As my identity faced the sheets with pen

Of all colours and shades worth seeing.

Poetry

What is Left Behind…

October 13, 2021
by Sameera Khan Rehmani

Wet Patches on grey floor

Uneven edges with lined soakpits

Filament’s hand through wired edges

Light seeping through old carpets

Feet walking ahead of times