The Comfort in Saying ‘Mine!’


This October evening…..

this lovely October evening,

with all her whispering shadows

and the red-golden meadows,

is mine

She is mine to behold

and mine to perceive

and mine to mould

And in calling her ‘Mine!’,

there is a strange comfort,

which cannot be sought

in either music or wine

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The Autumn Moon


I feel as if I am a Sylph, a poetic fantasy

the autumn moon, simple and pure ecstasy

I roam the night air and float

so very near, yet remote

I watch all and feel all;

feelings – either big or small

I watch all and feel all;

but I am not a part of this at all

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Rains and Clouds

The rains are born slow; drop by drop;

the drops transforming into torrents;

the torrents drenching the parched earth


But sometimes the gods are in a good mood;

they wave and the angry clouds burst forth;

the torrents drenching the parched earth



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Aasha’s Ballad of Pain

میں تیار ہوتی ہوں،

میں مانگتی ہوں

مجھ پر سب ہنستے ہیں

مجھے سب دیکھتے ہیں


میں خواب دیکھتی ہوں

میں روتی ہوں

میرے ساتھ کوئی نہیں روتا

مجھے کوئی نہیں دیکھتا



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