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.
- The Hills are Alive!
- The Story of a Bud
- ...A Tear Rolls Down My Cheek
- The Bare Tree
- Winter Gloom
- Stones Have Hearts
- Virtual Friends
- The Rain at Night
- The Jasmeen Tree and Devil's Hair
- Looking Into Your Eyes
- The Nameless Song
- Pressed Flowers In The Book Of Life
- When I Posted my First Lines...
Daintily swaying on cool waters
Of a deep lake cool and broader,
Through veils of morning rises to the surface,
Dusk falls but it never submerges.
Bluish hues, a reflection of the sky,
Smiles the lily, soothing the heart and eyes,
Edges blue, smoothly changing to the heart
Sacred tints, loved by deities of times apart!