Margalla Marauder

Love versus Love [ I wrote this back when i was a teenager. One views the world quite differently back then. It was a good theme nevertheless, even though it seems trivial now. But teenage hormones are rdiculously strong :) Hope you enjoy it and it changes you, even if a bit] The cool air brushed his hair as he walked through street 17. Saad was alone. His best friend, Tahir, wasn’t with him tonight as his paternal relatives were invited at his place on dinner. He was about to turn the corner towards the fields, when he heard the door of his friend’s house open. Although it was a moonless night, the light emanating from the windows enabled Saad to recognize the silhouette of a girl coming out of the house. He was about to turn away when, to his astonishment, came out another figure that Saad could not mistake. Tahir, a tall boy in his late teens, wearing a shining kurta shalwar and supporting a young beard, walked the length of his house and turned into the shadows bes

A HEART CLIPPED I wrote this poem over a day. My first english poem ever. Hope you like it.  (The photo was taken by me in Ayubia, Pakistan) Once upon a time in eons mill 'Twas a dusky dawn and murky still Billowing winds and winter's chill Falling rocks, a clambering drill Three young lads climbing up a hill Pursuing their goal in mortal peril Spiky rocks testing their will Their own luggage, a heavy anvil "Plough on comrades, we shall loose" "*Not" he added after a moment's muse Not sure of what the journey ensues Afraid of the top, a summit's hues. Hazy concepts, distraction construes Giving for the future eminent clues The last to come, the first to obtuse Acedia's grip, an adventurer's noose The two other laddies labouring on Pushing their way through bush and thorn From homely comfort abstinence sworn Consistent perseverance, a sire's horn One looked up, an idea born "Why must the