Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, … Continue reading Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like … Continue reading Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—            Only this and nothing more.”     Ah, … Continue reading The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

You gave the most beautiful smiles — Maxima

Written: © Maxima  I’m tired of tidying things upScattered around the place, it smells of chaste.Hairpins on the floor,lipstick smeared with the imagination of kissing,Blood agitated,That silent Wildness living in us. All that something and somehow Hidden in the fog,In the dense bushes of memories that creepand eat in theseMoments of drunken loneliness to hurt […]You … Continue reading You gave the most beautiful smiles — Maxima

Fuhash (Obscenity): Where the ritual prohibiting ‘the head held high’ prevails

Pakistan’s legendary poet and thinker Faiz Ahmed Faiz said: Sacrificed be I at the altar of your lanes, my beloved nation, Where the ritual prohibiting ‘the head held high’ prevails Where the votary embarking on pilgrimages Cowers furtively: mutilation of his health and life fears!! Fuhash (obscenity) is perhaps the single most defining, politically used, manipulated, … Continue reading Fuhash (Obscenity): Where the ritual prohibiting ‘the head held high’ prevails

Ode on a Grecian Urn by Keats

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to … Continue reading Ode on a Grecian Urn by Keats