Biography of Yasmeen Khan
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. Sometimes it's impasto and sometimes wet-a-wet. But for this I rely on all members on PH who generously comment on my poems. I feel I have a born love for art and humanity.
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 Bare Tree
The Bare Tree In the chill of night, I stand and gaze My boughs bare stretch and sway in haze
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 Gypsy Girl (La Esmeralda)
How beautifully she sings and dances Enticing people by her prances
...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 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
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
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
They met in a world without matter Behind the screens smile and simper Share their joys, sighs and tears Forgotten passions, misgivings, fears
Emerald verse Bejeweled with Rubies ablaze Pruned rhymes
The Nameless Song
How should I compose my song For today’s night
Pressed Flowers In The Book Of Life
The preface of the book of life A cheery carefree write In colours that spark and blush The first chapters drowned in dreams
Stars In Your Eyes
Let's rewrite the verse
O, little flower vendor
'Twinkle, twinkle little little star'
'How I wonder what you are'
Down beneath, in your eyes
Like a diamond does it shine
When Fate and world both mistreat