Ali Shambeel Jafri : Writing

A Hill, Named Hill.

A Hill, Named Hill.

A Poem by Ali Shambeel Jafri


I stand atop a hill, Aptly named Hill. It tells long forgotten stories, It whispers them to the wind. I ask the wind if it has seen, ..
Wings.

Wings.

A Poem by Ali Shambeel Jafri


I wish I lived in a world, Where you could birth your words with wings, And you could release tiny snippets into the air, For some strang..
Empty Words and Weak Rhymes.

Empty Words and Weak Rhymes.

A Poem by Ali Shambeel Jafri


It is only when I write, That I can lose myself, And it is only in words, That drip off the nib of my pen, I discover who I truly am. ..