Yasmeen Khan

Freshman - 827 Points [Quill pen]

Yasmeen Khan Poems

1. Divine Time 4/8/2013
2. The Ebb And Flow 7/23/2013
3. Excerpts From Persian Poetry 11/26/2013
4. Water Lily 1/12/2013
5. Love 1/11/2013
6. My Imagination 1/14/2013
7. Filigree 2/3/2013
8. Girlies 5/9/2013
9. I Love The Blossoms That Withered 6/23/2013
10. Silence 4/7/2013
11. Chand Mehrbaan Sa'Atein(Urdu) 10/12/2013
12. Ghazal 2 12/29/2014
13. Winter Canvas 12/31/2014
14. Aik Du'A (Urdu) 11/26/2013
15. The Journey Of My Musings 9/14/2013
16. Circe's Counsel 9/1/2013
17. Silent Screams 7/20/2013
18. Caravans Of Time 5/17/2013
19. Bazma E Anjum(The Assembly Of Stars) By Allama Iqbal 4/27/2013
20. Pilgrimage 3/5/2013
21. Aging 1/23/2013
22. I Have Heard The Silences.... 7/23/2013
23. Mera Sarmaia, Meri Aas(Urdu) 9/24/2013
24. Sky Lanterns 2/3/2013
25. Haiku 2/3/2013
26. Lycanthropy 4/28/2013
27. Latent Sparks 6/22/2013
28. Fancy To The Moon 6/24/2013
29. Lifeless Life 3/5/2013
30. In The Hall Of Night 6/1/2013
31. My Soul’s Torn Apart, O God! 11/15/2013
32. Song Of The Trees On The Crest 8/23/2013
33. Ghazal 12/24/2014
34. In Pursuit Of An Unperceived Enemy 4/24/2013
35. A Croak In The Dark 4/17/2013
36. Faith 2/4/2013
37. Shifting Sands 3/19/2013
38. A Compasssionate Heart 1/22/2013
39. Peacock Dance 1/13/2013
40. The Jewel Of The Morn 6/10/2013
Best Poem of Yasmeen Khan

The Hills Are Alive!

Swooping on gradients and hairpin bends
When the sun sinks and softly descends
At a mellow pace in Heaven's wide arch
A thousand pines in the clouds' arms
Swing and sway in welcome mists,
On glorious crests bend and twist.

Winds sing sweetly, airs are benign
And the city looks dreamy and shines
Like a starry plane far beneath me
As I look down the scary lee.

Soaring upwards in the mellow blush of day
A spot sparkles in the foggy dark and stays
Glowing on the lush peaks illumining grays.
Savory aromas float on the evening breeze
With melodies ...

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Water Lily

Daintily swaying on cool waters
Of a deep lake cool and broader,
Through veils of morning rises to the surface,
Dusk falls but it never submerges.

Bluish hues, a reflection of the sky,
Smiles the lily, soothing the heart and eyes,
Edges blue, smoothly changing to the heart
Sacred tints, loved by deities of times apart!

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