Poems and a short story by Tajalla Qureshi
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TAJALLA QURESHI
Tajalla Qureshi - a literary enchantress who intertwines embroideries of introspections and devotions with the delicacy of a leading artist in the realm of words. She is a proficient wordsmith and an incredible editor from Pakistan.
In addition, she is the visionary Co-Founder and Co-Editor of “The Wordsmith E-Magazine, Pakistan,” where words are woven into magic. She is also an International Interviewer and Associate Editor at Insight Magazine, United States, and a member of the Humanist of the World Organization and the Editor-in-Chief and Co-founder at Calypso Magazine, Greece Pakistan.
Furthermore, she was interviewed by Tamikio L Dooley from the United States and Abigirl Phiri from Zimbabwe, Africa. She is the member of World Healing, World Peace Foundation.
Besides that, her writings including Poetry, Flash Fiction, Mirco Fiction and Creative Articles and Research Articles have been glorified as punished author in various International Journals, more than 40 international and national anthologies, Global magazines, many international e-papers, and Online websites in Pakistan, United States of America, Germany, Canada, Africa, the United Kingdom, Greece, S.t Vincent, Bangladesh, and India. Her poem has been translated by Yongbo Ma, Chinese poet in Chinese. She becomes the face of Classio Opine, an African Magazine for two times.
On the other hand, she has artistically read her poetry at the Pakistani Young Writer`s Conference held at Mandi Bahauddin and presented her paper at Kinnard College for Women in Lahore, Pakistan. She has also presented papers at an international conference in Uzbekistan. Like a shooting star, her literary presence blazes across the sky, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of all who encounter her work.
FLOWERS AND GRAVE
Eyes are closed but souls are not yet
A wrap of white envelopes glow
Holding the four sides with a heavy toe
Darkness unbinds the weeping flow
A bed of dazzling flowers welcomes the white
Angels of love enchantingly bow
Birds twittering in the garden of glory
Daisy Dahlia and Camelia murmur to grow
The castle of fragrance invites the blossom
Fairies decorate the Garden of Grace
A white dove holding the innocent phrase
and the garden glitters as the beats become bitter
Tulip tweets and the lavender bushes
White dove with closed eyes flourishes flawlessly
Melodies of love welcome the innocent
Hibiscus hoovers and azalea utters a holy blow
White covers the courageous color
Asking Petunia now about the awful overs
Garden of Eden embraces integrity and futurity
The ritual ends with happiness and a glow.
CONCERTO
In a darkened room, where shadows reign
A spark within restarts the musical refrain
A heavy heart, once lost, now beats anew
As the skylark's sweet melody shines through
She replays the dreams she thought were lost
Lyrics ripple like a stream, a gentle boast
The invisible piano marches on
She sings with a melodious, mournful tone
Attachments trap the untainted heart
Leaving her alone, torn apart
No sunlight warms, and no delight remains
Only the hidden moon's pale, ghostly stains
But then she realizes the shadow's guile
The crunchy bites that fuel her inner smile
The friend she seeks is none other than her own
Inner firefly, that guides her through the unknown
The music of yellow light, a warm caress
Touches her red lips, and kisses her plain forehead's stress
Holding her white hands, it consoles her soul
Assuring her, nothing's lost, making her whole
Ask her to replay the music of lush sparks
And let the melody heal her deepest scars.
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Prose-narrative
SWATHE OF TERROR
Rubella stepped into an automobile station at the time of sunset. Howard, his friend was waiting for her arrival after the hectic week. There was an announcement that the Train clicked after some sessions. She sat on the bench. The weather was jiffy and airy. She kept waiting. Two hours had passed the way. She heard a knell.
Finally, the train inwards at sharp midnight. She dragged her luggage. She snappishly recognized that the station got bleak. She freaked out. The smoke revealed a pitch of darkness. She exhaled and intervened in the train. The train abruptly started as she arrived. She sat. Hollowness irritates her senses. All looked creepy and terrific as nobody was there on the train. It was strange. She was exasperated to flout.
Suddenly, the lights turned off. Rubella heard a pathetic sound, coming closer and abruptly a disenchanted voice was consciously heard and, in a flip, a scary visage emerged. It was a dreaded ghost, with creepy eyes, bloody mouth, and reptilian appearance like a demon uttered:
“Rubella, darkness quaffs the diamonds, doves, and delights but not the divine affection”.
Rubella was flabbergasted and replied: “Why not the divine affection?”.
A Dark Demon voiced:
“Divinity relates to heaven, and godly embraced so, we impotent to touch and trace it”.
Rubella astonishingly responded: “So, where did you discover that divinity?
Demon answered: Rubella……
And he vanished in the twinkling of an eye. Rubella wondered. She was stuck to her thoughts that clicked in darkness. They asked: where was the divinity?
In another couple of seconds, a red light lifts from the front. An old lady appeared with a cup of coffee. Rubella seemed frightened. She profoundly breathed. The lady looked spooky. She offered her coffee. Rubella watched into it. It was not black. It was red. Rubella dropped all of a sudden and ran away.
The lady horrendously spoke:
“Remember, cynics served you with ugliness, repulsiveness, and vileness when they were around you”
She abruptly asked: Why did they let the innocence fall apart?
They sensed your brilliance, it ruptured their ugliness, so they destroyed before you reckon completely”
Rubella breathed furiously as she was terrified completely. She screamed high. But there was one, herself. Every nook and corner menaced her. She fidgets swiftly. As she bumped into the darkness, she fell and heard the clasping of the train with the other, it was an unbearable noise.
A window unlocked, and moonlight entered as an omen. Rubella beckoned subtly.
Rubella`s heart responded with a voice:
“Blown them away with your eagerness, vividness, and keenness in your eyes”
The Wheels were rolling against the railroad, Rubella woke up. The storm was on song. She heavily breathed and the door unbolted.
The train seemed equivalent….
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