Biography of Annie Ali
Post Graduated From Government College Lahore in Political Science in 2001. Currently living in SHarjah UAE, An Education Consultant A mother of Two and a Housewife...Writing poems and stories from her college days.
Annie Ali Poems
An Inevitable Fall
Towering tall Yearning for imaginable all I set on a journey Towards an inevitable fall
Meter And Miles
A troop of valorous men Care not of a hideous barrage As life disgraces death By embracing it with courage
Nothing That Matters
A storm passed by the nearest nerve A trunkated heart just recorded it on high A mind struggling to put a veil of reason on it My collided being standing aghast
A dreary start of an ordinary day What fantastic feelings it can sway Some humdrum of the routine work A hookup from the pending montage
A Darn Scenario
The hidden hand is out of veil How rigorously working around the street My men women and children I m saving upon your feet
A Gift Of My Own
An Ordinary Day Opened with a ray Secretly entered from the side of my pillow Falling like raindrops on the pane of my coscious
A desiring heart connects to an indifferent soul In a ruthless binding of their own Living in a house made of flesh and bones visited often by hieghts and falls
With desires kneaded in pain Reveries cooked in salty water of tears They tied the knot of their untiring lives Into the hurt-scented cloth of hope
A Sharp Blue Current Infiltrate Through ...
Should I tell you All my belongings rest in the heart of the sea The old Mystic Sea is the keeper of all my treasures and my Secrets-prone life
Hosts Of Foreign Dreams
A life un-lead A wish undone Got caught while leaving silently From the hollow eyes
She was delicate, sublime and subdued Believing in the power of pray Dreaming, to be kept and cared Like the sea holds the coral
I see myself standing on the edge of eternity pledging for the absolute truth Not of the whole
O Dyer of my soul Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with this color
In the Pyramids of my thwarted being Doors are melting out of form So as ladders turning ablaze Receptacle of fate carrying only a dorm
O Dyer of my soul
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with this color
so you tell everyone...
This thread cannot be dyed in any foreign color....