Nosheen Irfan

Gold Star - 55,152 Points (Lahore, Pakistan)

Escape - Poem by Nosheen Irfan

We fly on the wings of imagination
Outside the compass of laborious days
And unfulfilled nights
We soak in the sweat of desires
Without the fear of drowning
For there is a space
Inside each one of us
Where love finds love
And wishes don’t kill
Where disease perishes
And death cannot strike
Where pain doesn’t exist
And happiness cannot lie
We escape there
In the middle of a household chore
Or in the bed of a sleepless night
And we linger there
As a lover lingers outside the house
Of his beloved, in the depths of night
In the hope of an un-shuttered window
And a face glancing down
We stay there, shut out
From the smog of time
We stay there, in a sweet oblivion
Till we hear the door’s knob
Or catch ourselves talking to ourselves.

Topic(s) of this poem: imagination

Comments about Escape by Nosheen Irfan

  • Muzahidul Reza (7/24/2017 8:05:00 AM)

    We fly on the wings of imagination, ..........yes, ......... yet we not escape, can we? great write, thank you for sharing the poem with us (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/24/2016 10:59:00 AM)

    Laborious days! ! Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • (5/31/2016 9:21:00 PM)


    ..there is a space
    inside each one of us
    where love finds love
    and wishes don't kill..
    Beautiful lines, just indicating that, in the world outside, there are hostile spaces where love is met with HATRED and wishes do kill or destroy! Extremely haunting revelation. May I invite you to read my poems Singed Hearts, When Shadows Reappearand A Road in the middle of Nowhere, which, I think are trying to bring out similar emotions. Thank you.
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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (1/26/2016 7:49:00 PM)

    A beautiful place of peace and bliss is here painted with the ink of poetry. Poetry itself sometimes provides this excellent escape that can be both therapeutic and transnational! Well done my friend! (Report) Reply

  • (1/7/2016 12:46:00 AM)

    I used to talk to my mind
    my sounding board then
    I write...this is beautiful
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2015

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