Yasmeen Khan

Veteran Poet - 1,411 Points [Quill pen]

Yasmeen Khan Poems

1. The Ebb And Flow 7/23/2013
2. Excerpts From Persian Poetry 11/26/2013
3. A Diamanté 4/15/2016
4. Untitled 4/15/2016
5. Rekindling Faith -new- 6/25/2016
6. Water Lily 1/12/2013
7. Filigree 2/3/2013
8. Divine Time 4/8/2013
9. Girlies 5/9/2013
10. I Love The Blossoms That Withered 6/23/2013
11. Silence 4/7/2013
12. Circe's Counsel 9/1/2013
13. The Journey Of My Musings 9/14/2013
14. خوشبو 8/27/2015
15. Winter Canvas 12/31/2014
16. Silent Screams 7/20/2013
17. Caravans Of Time 5/17/2013
18. Pilgrimage 3/5/2013
19. Love 1/11/2013
20. Aging 1/23/2013
21. I Have Heard The Silences.... 7/23/2013
22. Sky Lanterns 2/3/2013
23. My Imagination 1/14/2013
24. Bazma E Anjum(The Assembly Of Stars) By Allama Iqbal 4/27/2013
25. Lycanthropy 4/28/2013
26. Latent Sparks 6/22/2013
27. Fancy To The Moon 6/24/2013
28. Lifeless Life 3/5/2013
29. In The Hall Of Night 6/1/2013
30. Another Count 1/3/2014
31. Song Of The Trees On The Crest 8/23/2013
32. Chand Mehrbaan Sa'Atein(Urdu) 10/12/2013
33. Aik Du'A (Urdu) 11/26/2013
34. My Soul’s Torn Apart, O God! 11/15/2013
35. In Pursuit Of An Unperceived Enemy 4/24/2013
36. A Compasssionate Heart 1/22/2013
37. Faith 2/4/2013
38. Haiku 2/3/2013
39. Shifting Sands 3/19/2013
40. The Jewel Of The Morn 6/10/2013
Best Poem of Yasmeen Khan

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 ...

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Rekindling Faith

Singing tonight playing upon the moon-strings
Yon gracious orb quaint and full, in elegance rises
A midnight lotus on the pond of dark, silence sings
Muted, soft songs that only she herself can listen,
Stirred by a faint wind the night blooms pour forth
Warm scent, its gentleness on her cheeks she feels,
Past dreams glow, a thousand lighted casements
Blaze in a distance, a thaumatrope of past and present.
Flashbacks vividly bring the memory of the times

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