POETRY BY KA

Time flies fast — Once I was in grief, Now I can’t even recall The faces that hurt me deeply. Time truly heals — And I am healed. Patience gifts its beauty To hearts that endure. Strangers now lift me higher, Helping me rise and shine like the sun. No one dares to stare at the sun — It burns the eyes, Just as my strength now blinds Those who once dimmed my light. 🌞                                               KULSOOM AFZAL

  “Real Love Understands” Once, my care was called drama, my worry — overreaction. I loved too loudly for a heart that only knew silence. But real love doesn’t ask you to hide your tenderness. It feels your sleepless nights, your quiet prayers, and says — I know. Now, I’ve learned — real love understands what fake love never could.                               KULSOOM AFZAL

  “Autumn Without Bloom” 🍁 The moon forgot to shine tonight, The stars hid behind their sighs, Even the sun rose dull and tired, As if the sky had tears in its eyes. The trees stand still, their colors fade, No song, no scent, no gentle tune — Only echoes of what once felt warm, Now resting beneath the quiet moon.                                              KULSOOM AFZAL

  🌄 Where the Sun Meets the Mist The first light of dawn slipped through the thin curtains of their small wooden cabin, resting softly on the quilt that kept them warm through the night. Outside, the world was still half-asleep — only the wind whispering through the pine trees and the gentle chirping of birds greeting the rising sun. Aiza opened her eyes slowly, feeling the calm that only mountains can give. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was. Then she saw the golden glow seeping through the window and remembered — she was in Kashmir, surrounded by beauty that felt like a dream. Beside her, Rayyan stirred. His hair was slightly tousled, his eyes still heavy with sleep, yet his presence filled the room with warmth. He turned toward her, smiled softly, and whispered, “Good morning.” Aiza couldn’t help but laugh quietly — that kind of laughter that lives between two people who share peace more than words. She reached for his hand under the blanket, their fingers intert...

  Truth in the Storm In the fire of trials, I came to see, who truly stood, and who left me. Who whispered love, yet held a knife, who envied joy, who blessed my life. Some felt my pain, their hearts sincere, while others called it drama to hear. Some carried grudges, dark and deep, while others prayed for my soul to keep. Now my eyes hold a clearer view, the masks are gone, the faces true. And though it hurt, I’ve gained my sight— to walk with love, and guard my light.                                         KULSOOM AFZAL