Yasmeen Khan [Quill pen]
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.
- ...A Tear Rolls Down My Cheek
- ...To Young Love
- ‘Trust Me, I’m Lying’
- A Beggar Girl
- A Chocolate Dream
- A Compasssionate Heart
- A Croak in the Dark
- A Dream
- A Fragment
- A Friendship Fair
- A Treasure Trove
- A Tribal Girl
- Agar Khabi Aisa Ho....(Urdu)
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!