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Special introductionYasmin HabibYasmin Habib is a published author who writes in Urdu and English language. Her poetry boo...
PartingIt was so painful then   its as much hurting todayLeaning against the stumps    of unspoken wordsSeeking sanctuary ...
Prohibited ProbeIf I had a question   I would have askedIs life treating you all right?Do you have peaceful or restless ni...
Finders keepers!Its hard so hard to comprehendthat each little taledoesn’t have a happy endingquestions remain un-answered...
© Yasmin Habib…be seeing youHere we are once againin presence of each otherconfined in our imaginary boundariesstruggling ...
© Yasmin HabibWhere now?Where now from here?I was supposed to move onthe moment of despairwas meant to be forgottenthe day...
….sometimessometimes I feelthat you and Iare the un-finished film in a camerasearching perhapsa lost frameto be complete!s...
© Yasmin Habib…stakesIf only one could talkUsing words said not beforePlaying mind games no moreHalf past something ticks ...
.... in a flashnot a few, not severalwe counted thousandsit rained bodies on Nine Eleventhey had namesthey had dreamsthey ...
before we shall tooall be gone in a flash© Yasmin Habibabacusnine elevenseven sevennumber thirtyfifty plusnumerals or life...
my mindstill on the abacusis counting nowthe moments to peacelet me live --- please© yasmin habib
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  1. 1. Special introductionYasmin HabibYasmin Habib is a published author who writes in Urdu and English language. Her poetry book titled“Asaib Se Parchaeen Tak” (1996) was published by AL Hamd Publishers Lahore Pakistan. Yasminpens poetry as well as short stories. Her poetry is known for its depth and vision and her short storiesacclaimed for surreal experimental monologue.Many established and reputable writers have appreciated Yasmin’s creative talents and havecommented very positively about her poems as well as short stories.Her English poetry has been included in Dances in the moonlight (2000) and The best poems andpoets of 2001 by The International Library of Poetry. She has also been presented with The Editor’sChoice Award in April 2002. More recently her poem …in a flash written specifically for an eventhas been distributed in all the schools for inspirational purposes by the Head of the Education.She is also engaged in promoting the poems written in the West for the Urdu language readers bytranslating works of Ted Hughes and Silvia Plaith into Urdu and also translating the modern poetrycreated in Urdu into English language to give a common sense of direction to the diversity of cultureand heritage.In this issue Unquote proudly includes a few of her English poems for their readers.
  2. 2. PartingIt was so painful then its as much hurting todayLeaning against the stumps of unspoken wordsSeeking sanctuary in silenceBlending in with the coldest of moments like a hard biting frostMaintaining a non - existent distance two breathing beings embarked on their separate journeysWalking backwards with their eyes nailed upon each others facesSeemingly moving awayIt still is hurting today© Yasmin Habib......cloningI have cloned the dreamthat now seems no morefor just in caseI one day realisemy dream can breathe© Yasmin Habib
  3. 3. Prohibited ProbeIf I had a question I would have askedIs life treating you all right?Do you have peaceful or restless nights?Do you dream or sleep at all? wait in vain for someone to call?When you retire to go to bed is there an echo of my voice in your head?Wondering about the why and the how do you talk with your pillow?If I had a question I would have askedAre you happy where ever you are? or do you keep thinking about me from afar?Are you lonely at times in your heart? hurting in some way that we are apart?Are you being haunted by the memories of the past? have you come to terms with the consequences at last?Or may be indeed does your heart ever bleed?If I had a question I would have askedHave you achieved something or have you lost? are you sad for the sheer cost?Are you enjoying each moment each season? are you smiling just for a reason sailing with the tide and someone has had you for a ride?Are you a puppet in a mask, your strings being pulled for a pretentious task?If I had a question I would have askedDo you see a familiar face in your mind? or have you gone emotionally blind?Are you being honest with yourself and kind still looking for the one who is left behind?Are you crying standing in the rain? are you besides yourself with the pain?Do you miss me much so much longing for my tender touch?If I had a question I would have asked.© Yasmin Habib
  4. 4. Finders keepers!Its hard so hard to comprehendthat each little taledoesn’t have a happy endingquestions remain un-answered ever pendingone does need to pretendone does need to pretendpast doesn’t matter anymorepaths cross just for a whileleaving behind the embers of memoriesetching upon the frozen timea warm glowing smilea warm glowing smilethe smile of contentall puzzles in the maze of life are solvedsearch is over, tears driedlost pieces found, the gaps abridgedlost pieces found, the gaps abridgedheart implies its there for goodprudence compels it needs to be understoodfinders may not necessarily always be the keeperslogic prevails, grief deepenslogic prevails, grief deepenshurt mourns each grave of shattered dreamspondering along a twisted streetto forget or to believemoments that deemed rightsoul screams ever after, every day and every nightIts hard so hard to comprehend
  5. 5. © Yasmin Habib…be seeing youHere we are once againin presence of each otherconfined in our imaginary boundariesstruggling with emotionswrapped in frozen thawing warmthpretty tense but at easetalking about almost everything on earththe weather, climate, poverty and dearthbut nothing about uswith the shallow exchange of wordseyes wondering everywhereengaged in reading allall that is in mindclosing windows hidden behind the curtainsin an effort to stopthe tender breezerich with the spectres of pastmemories concede at lastindulging in cold casual meaninglesscustomary communication“Hello” “all right” “best wishes” “take care”further empty gesture“thanks so much” “will be in touch”going to lengths concealing painhere we are once again
  6. 6. © Yasmin HabibWhere now?Where now from here?I was supposed to move onthe moment of despairwas meant to be forgottenthe days were hoped bright with sunshinethe nights were imaginedwith stars that were minethe time was to changeyet its strangeI am still thereWhere now from here?I’m hurt so ever moretime seems to stand stillits pin drop silenceI can hear and count my each breathhow far will I gotill I find the strengthand walk away from my own emotional killWhere now from here?© Yasmin Habib
  7. 7. ….sometimessometimes I feelthat you and Iare the un-finished film in a camerasearching perhapsa lost frameto be complete!sometimes it seemsthere is no beauty aroundto astoundmy grieving heartbleeding with the painfinding hard to acceptthe fact that we are apartthe curtain was drawnthe very moment when you were gonehow in vainsometimes I am sureI’ll be strong to endureletting bygones be bygonestill that beautiful new dawnwhen I will have moved onsometimes I wonderwill it one day be trueI shall get over youyet a question remainswill either of usever be complete
  8. 8. © Yasmin Habib…stakesIf only one could talkUsing words said not beforePlaying mind games no moreHalf past something ticks awayIn early hours’ pitch darkJust a few moments to a new dawnAnother night would soon be goneYet as usual still awakeOne goes through the same ritualA strife to rearrange pawnsUpon the chessboard of lifeSince all their handsHave always been played for themOwn turns are awaited endlesslyTears stare at the pawnsEyes heavy with yawnsThe pitch dark moments before the dawnConceal a battle againDreams versus stakes© Yasmin Habib
  9. 9. .... in a flashnot a few, not severalwe counted thousandsit rained bodies on Nine Eleventhey had namesthey had dreamsthey had hopesthey had futurethey were gone in a flashwe all watched in a horrorwe are still in a trancewe have cried so muchwe can cry no morecan it happen by chancecan we change the stancecan we bring them backwho had nameswho had dreamswho had hopeswho had futurewho were gone in a flashone dreads to imagineif it carries onit will not be long
  10. 10. before we shall tooall be gone in a flash© Yasmin Habibabacusnine elevenseven sevennumber thirtyfifty plusnumerals or life!what a strifeis it arithmetic!a lesson of maths!saddened by the sheer thoughthow many moreshall I countholding on to my last tearhow long forshall I live in a fearwill it ever stop! I am a humana persona being"I think therefore I am"I breathethe same airI bleedthe same bloodI hurt, I feel, I cryin the same wayas you doI have friendsa family, a clana hometo go to --- if I canIsnt world big enoughfor you and Ifor all of uswe the mankind!!
  11. 11. my mindstill on the abacusis counting nowthe moments to peacelet me live --- please© yasmin habib

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