Subfusc

By Urwah Rafiq

The subfusc wintery morning
N that lazy morning wind
Caressing my messed up hair
Making me feel sleepy again
Nd my wishes that are frozen
Hanging on the gloomy walls of heart
Like the wind bells on the cracked wall
Making noise to wake me up from my dreamy world
Peeping thru window I saw all the ways
Draped in the blanket of despondency
Like the fog where nothing seems visible
Nd sun is on holiday today… no ray of hope coming from anywhere
All of a sudden my heart received a message from skies
“this too shall pass
come let’s meet on the east side,
a place where sun never sets
my beloved”

Urwah Rafiq loves to write poetry, which she believes is the only healer.

Alive

By Urwah Rafiq

I am still alive
Alive in ua poetry
In those metaphors n similes u adore ua poem with
In those sonnets which carry an ocean of emotions
On those creamy pages of diary which u left empty
In those words which u couldn’t pen down
In that full stop where u wished to write more but couldn’t
In those coffee stains n raining evenings
In every beam of light which don’t let u sleep in morning
In every rain drop that touches ua face
In the very fragrance which u smell …
Yeah I am alive in you and in ua memories too

Urwah Rafiq loves to write poetry, which she believes is the only healer.