Poetry

W.A Neena Taimoori Flowers and pain deeply are they rooted, Embracing each other they originate. One who presents flowers- maybe one that stabs at the lowest! The fragrance of flowers diffused in the air, Till the hand hurts we bear. Those bonds which are not of any cause, Hence we do not desire to pause. Pain and pain merely pain, Nothing is present down the lane. Do not chase those heart-throbbing dreams. Once you leap to catch it, down the pit ye wither, Till the final juncture ye flicker. Writer’s Profile Neena  is a poetess and a writer of English & Urdu language.  She has compiled anthologies namely "Writers words are their Blood Sweat", "Gemstones", "Serendipity," "Meliora," "Sper" and "Melancholic Phases."  

Raisa Saghir If I could name strongest person, You’d be the one in my mind, No matter how hard you fall, you get back up and you grind. Baby I know that we fight, But I got you, I promise I am never leaving your side, I’m going to cheer you on and beyond the finishing line. No one can copy you, your one of a kind, I know you’ve had troubles in your past and when I ask you, you deny, But your making it for real, And when you’re having a hard-time you say that your fine, Even when I see the pain in your eyes, You’re my fighter, And I know your going to push through, I know you can purse anything you put your mind to, They say the sky’s the limit, But that’s all determined by you, You’ve got to fight this battle because that what warriors do...