Today the sky wept
With a passionate, fervent plea
Pouring out his pain in floods
Unrestrained, full-throttled gush
...
as the mountains echo
unsung songs
the walls of solitude
protect me
...
In the falling dusk
the heartbeat of memories
sounds above the panting breath
of invading silence
...
A lone cypress
In my grandfather's lawn
Standing tall and erect
Since I could sense life about me
...
There's darkness, but not all is lost
The stars, the moon and the fireflies
Look how darkness helps them glow
Darkness, with its forbidding demeanor
...
I choose to rise
Like a mountain in love with the sky
Always gazing up in wonder
At the azure splendor of the day
...
The leaves-strewn paths
I walk with steps wary
Lest the leaves cry in pain
...
Half-shaded in the afternoon
The marbled floor smudged
By the acacia shadow
Awaits the summer breeze
...
Though eyes speak eloquently
Revealing the depths of soul
Mirroring the bottom of the heart
Where you keep the best
...
Words refuse to configure themselves
Structures lack a solid foundation
That's how designs have shaped
No cognitive plot lies at the base
...
Sultry heat
A tad bit softened
But concrete is still burning
With rays of summer
...
Fed on power lust
Bloody squabble of kingly egos
Nobody wins this game.
...
When you search silence
Inside your heart
But hear nothing but screams
That's when you know it all
...
The vagueness of life
So accentuated by fog
Each morning reminds
We are travellers of unclear paths
...
Neither of us knows
where we are heading
Yet your smile glows
Like a flowering of hope
...
I was born and bred in Lahore. After doing my matriculation from the Govt. Comprehensive Girls High School, I was fortunate enough to lay hands on my father's small collection of English novels. From there began my journey of love for literature. I went on to get a formal degree in English Literature at masters level from the Punjab University that gave me an opportunity to read varied forms of literature and I devoured the works of the most distinguished names in literary world. I was an avid reader of novels and short stories till 2014 when through facebook I came across poets from different parts of the world and I developed a passion for reading poetry. I never thought I would write poetry myself but one morning I woke up as if a new person feeling quite blessed and wrote my first poem. Of course it was not a mature piece of writing but it put me on the right track. Since then there was no looking back and Poetry became my best friend. At the time, I was out of employment, so had plenty of time to write. I made sure I read every great piece of writing and by reading I improved myself. But I believe the best we write is when we write instinctively. We can always give a proper structure to our thoughts later but first draft must come from instinct. I find poetry writing very healing spiritually. It has given me a voice that I never knew I had. Now poetry is as important for me as breathing, eating, living. Hope you will read me and appreciate my poetic journey.)
The Storm
Today the sky wept
With a passionate, fervent plea
Pouring out his pain in floods
Unrestrained, full-throttled gush
Torn from black clouds of silent grief
In a ceaseless stream of tears
Held back long inside the fears
The sky wept and wept long
Unburdening himself of heaps
Of untold miseries he collected
In his bursting bosom over time
The land winced under his wail
The birds unconsciously forgot their wings
Why did he weep?
As if his heart had burst
As if his chains were unshackled
As if his locks were smashed
The land found no answer
She could but little divine
The meaning of this violent rupture
She imagined little
That the sky cried for her
For her barren, shriveled soul.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
All Rights Reserved
Positive, powerful and palatable are the poems of Nosheen! Be careful if you start to read her poems because you may not want to stop! Keep on penning my friend!
That your short poems stoke readers to go eloquently verbose, even to philosophical heights of Sufism, speaks volumes about the power of your words. Your poems are mostly short, yet, very riveting. They set you apart as one who flowers poesy instantly every minute of life. Blessed are you. You are a poet apart far Flowering poetry from every pore May your life dress in metaphors Nakedness of the soul so you discover
Congrats Nosheen in reaching 100 poems! Your poems are wonderful their inspiration! May your second hundred be even better!
Nosheen is one member poet on PoemHunter who writes in English, who is most translated into other languages. If ph institutes an award for 'Poet most translated from English', it will go to Nosheen
A piece of diamond and a gift to this poetry site A very talented poet and a nice human being. God bless this poetess in all throughout her poetic journey.
Reads better every time I read it. Well done my friend. This poem is such a classic!
Every poem of Nosheen has a unique ‘Nosheenic' touch. The use of powerful and marvellous metaphors is her forte. The rhyme and rhythm her poems are endowed with are excellent. All there underscores the facts that not only she is a most talented poet, but that she is quite serious a poet.
Hello dear friend, let's come to work together on the street of literature worldwide
Sometimes the longest journey is from silence to words.
Emptiness...so heavy to carry.
If writing poetry is an art - Nosheen is an artist......If writing poetry is science then she is a scientist.....The precision with which she writes is adorable and I have no doubts, whatsoever, to see her name in topnotchers, I wish her Good luck and I pray to Allah(SWT) , May He increase her writing poweress..Aameen.