Aqsa Ghazanfar (20) is from Lahore and is currently studying Medicine, something that never fails to give her a high. If she were to describe herself in one word, she would choose “polar” and if she were to describe her poetry in one word, she would say “raw”.
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A Divine source,
A lingering thought,
Along its course
Hits through and through.
Relegating the symphonies,
Enlightening the core,
Negating the prophecies,
An endless sea – look not for the shore.
Dancing in the alarm,
Entrancing the hollow within,
Struggling in its arms,
You’re filled to the brim.
Levitating the insanity,
Hidden in your firm grip,
Thundering through the naivety,
The pain escapes your lips.
Those feet would never again
Carry you home.
As the chills begin,
You twirl in the storm.
Snatching the fears away,
Hushing the intellect,
In the rhythm you sway,
It has conquered the deft.
Aristocratic infamy
Has labeled you an outlaw.
To them, you embody blasphemy.
To you, love was the last straw
Paralleled by your devotion,
Signifying the drama,
Placating the reactions
That seduced every emotion,
Passive reconciliation,
Juvenile laughter,
Irrational optimism,
The morning after.
The glory unfound,
The discovery remains.
The enigma was profound,
The melody you have detained.
The zephyr within
Is the song you dance to.
The bittersweet ache, the tingling,
The waves tossing, the being – askew.
The rain that looms ahead,
The signs that live inside,
Giving in to the propensity instead,
By that beautiful madness, again, your soul is astride
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