Chronicles in Verse: 2024
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In the Space Between
In a world where even the firmest ground trembles, we reach for something that will not vanish in the dark. These haikus are the whispers of longing—quiet, fragile hopes that the silence will hold, and the shifting winds will finally rest, if only for a moment. Continue reading
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From Snow to Slush: A Winter’s Day Indoors
Upon this morn, a blanket white and pure,Did softly lay upon the world outside.Within my home, I worked, my heart secure,While snowflakes danced, in waltzes, far and wide. The hearth was warm, the light was soft and low,As fingers flew on keys, in steady streams.Outside the glass, a wintry, gleaming show,Inside, a haven for my… Continue reading
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Oranges and Tomes: A Sickbed Reverie
In whispered hues of dawn’s soft light I lie,A weary wight in linens’ gentle clasp,Beset by ails that cause the hours to fly,A tale of fevered chills, in whispers rasp. The world without, a distant dream’s fair sky,No flick’ring screens to mar this quiet grasp.Instead, I’m cradled by the books that vieTo lead my thoughts… Continue reading
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Evening’s Whisper by the Winter Waterfall
In winter’s eve, when day doth yield to night,Through leafless groves, my pensive path I tread.The air, it whispers with a hushed delight,As twilight’s mantle cloaks the world in dread. The boughs, stripped bare, ‘gainst heavens’ dusky veil,Stand sentinel in silence, stark and true.Through this dim wood, my lonesome way I sail,Where day’s last light… Continue reading
Shayan Afzal 