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Asma Anser

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Untitled

by

Asma Anser

Panther, black panther of the grass
Pacing along with galant strides
Fragarant sheen of velvet hide
Limbs so strong, eyes so bright,
Horse's grace and eagle's might
Unreal, surreal, magical you seem
Capturing my eyes like a sunrise dream
Breathing, sweating, jumping, clawing,
Tearing, shearing, gulping, gnawing
Your cruel beauty stops my heart
I can't help but think of your creator
How in a black flame of sinews and muscles
He gathered a bouqet of beauty and savagery
Art and instinct;

I wish I were you
So graceful powerful and free
For that one instant,
Of time you sprint,
I wish you were me.

Panther, black panther of the grass.


Untitled

by

Asma Anser


I often forget to sow the seeds
But God gives me whatever I need,

I often forget to pray
But God gives me anyway,

I often forget to give to others
But God still gives me like a mother,

I often think that if I was him,
(Heaven forbid)
And he was me,
Would I forgive so easily?
Most probably not
I guess that's why
He is Him,
And I am me.


Laughing Eyes

by

Asma Anser

When I look into your laughing eyes,
I see a brilliant glowing sunrise,
I see tube roses with slender stems,
I see bright yellow crysanthymums.

I see waterfalls caressing the land,
I see oases in a wilderness of sand,
I see snow melting in the sun's sensous glare,
I see colours, lights everywhere,
And then I think with wonder manifold,
How all these worlds your eyes can hod.


Life

by

Asma Anser

Willows humming songs of winter
Tears sticking in the soul like splinters
Tired smiles sparkling like dew
Red poisonous berries of yew
Aspen shades of broken sorrow
Purple beads of cold misery
Pencils writing, eagles flying,
Devils thriving, angels dying
Tired eyes, broken bones
A hundred watches, ticking alone
Joy spreading its milky moon light
Love warming hearts on a chilly night
A vast ocean of time engulfing all
Fleeting moments refusing ti stall
Fires burning likeorange goblins
Lips smiling fragarent peppermint
Life is all this and more
I do not know what life is
No one knows for sure.


Sorrow

by

Asma Anser


On the wings of sorrow,
I have gone where I had never been,
I saw what I had never seen,
Yesterday and tommorow.


Island

by

Asma Anser


Why these stars tingling in my veins?
When my sky has a beautiful moon,
Why these clouds wetting my lips?
When my eyes are awash in monsoon.

Why this island on the way to the shore?
When the continent is in sight,
Why these flowers tickling my feet?
When the sun is spreading light.

Why this golden cup of wine?
When there is a waterfall ahead,
Why this urge to paint myself green?
When the heavens paint me in red.

Why is there a scorpion dancing on my brow?
Why is the candle turning to moon,
Why are there leopards lurking to find prey?
When the tiger wil awake soon.

Why is the mirror getting larger and larger?
Why is the ocean so dark?
Why is the eagle flying so low?
When its the day of the lark?

Why are the grapes sweet yet sour?
Why is the lotus so pink?
Why are the petals hurting like thorns?
Why are the thorns soft as mink?


Haiku

by

Asma Anser



Very deep inside,
Buried in a pile of lies,
Hidden is the truth.

Even gentle rain,
Flashes its bow now and then,
So how not to fight?

In the bath's mirror,
Blurred with steaming water,
I see dead faces.


Between

by

Asma Anser

I'm not too fat
I'm not too thin
I guess I am somewhere between.

I'm not without
I'm not within
I guess I am somewhere between

I'm not really square
I'm not really in
I guess I am somewhere between.

I don't always lose
I don't always win
I guess I am somewhere between.

I'm not made of sacrifice
I'm not made of sin
I guess I am somewhere between.

I'm not filled with tears
I'm not filled with grins
I guess I am somewhere between.

I'm not all eyes
I'm not all chin
I guess I am somewhere between.

I am yet to drown
I am yet to swim
I guess I am somewhere between.


The Child

by

Asma Anser


Whenever I say to myself
Everything I have seen
All the places I should go to
I have been,
Then I look into my daughter's eyes
And see them widening with each coming surprise
A flower, a rainbow, a new toy, a sunrise,

All of a sudden, open
The doors of eternity...
And a whole new world unfurls in front of me!!!
Just for some moments, I become..
The child I used to be.