I live in a strange world. The music of my life has its own rhythm. I write from imagination and inspiration. The canvas has no limits and colors can be picked from a personal experience, childhood memories, a person, a movie, a novel, a symphony, a painting, a picture or any poem written by a favourite poet. The problem is that how goes the brushstroke to paint the intensity of imagination. ... more »
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Yasmeen Khan Poems
The Hills are Alive!
Swooping on gradients and hairpin bends When the sun sinks and softly descends At a mellow pace in Heaven's wide arch A thousand pines in the clouds' arms
The Story of a Bud
A bud encased, in sepals wrapped Beauty's sleep, fragrance trapped Gently touched by zephyr's waft Rays warmed her folded heart
The Bare Tree
In the chill of night I stand and gaze My boughs bare sway in haze The last fallen leaf still at my bole Lies curled sighs at Fate’s scroll
...A Tear Rolls Down My Cheek
Sunday morning Over a cup of tea I switch on to news apps and TV Exclusive news breaks
The howling winds, the biting chill Of wintry nights reign vales and hills All songs are ceased, trees in tears Gone are all autumnal hues and mere
The Gypsy Girl (La Esmeralda)
How beautifully she sings and dances Enticing people by her prances
Stones Have Hearts
Stones too have hearts, they speak Talk, feel and when carved they bleed They are treasure troves, books and tomes They are palaces, pyramids, graves and domes
The Rain at Night
The hush of the night is dark and deep Raindrops falling ring through sleep Silver dreams from heavens drop And fall in the murk with a soft plop
A Chocolate Dream
Dark, dark heavenly chocolate Makes my heart leap up and fascinates, I dream to live in a choco castle Where choco boats and choco vessels
When I Posted my First Lines...
When I posted my first lines Very unripe, just a few words, Gleanings of thoughts some fresh Some buried in yellowing pages
The Nameless Song
How should I compose my song For today’s night
Emerald verse Bejeweled with Rubies ablaze Pruned rhymes
Identities dissolved in the liquid darkness Mists, unidentified faces lurked Silent screams quivered on closed lips And a multitude of unanswered
The Dance of Opposites
Conundrum of two poles Lying as opposites in the Universe Goodness with evil, body with soul
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The Hills are Alive!
Swooping on gradients and hairpin bends
When the sun sinks and softly descends
At a mellow pace in Heaven's wide arch
A thousand pines in the clouds' arms
Swing and sway in welcome mists,
On glorious crests bend and twist.
Winds sing sweetly, airs are benign
And the city looks dreamy and shines
Like a starry plane far beneath me
As I look down the scary lee.
Soaring upwards in the mellow blush of day
A spot sparkles in the foggy dark and stays
Glowing on the lush peaks illumining grays.
Savory aromas float on the evening breeze
With melodies ...