Poems dripped in passion,
bound by the string of this heart,
were the maximum I could provide.
Gifts of affection,
affection through words
were all this poor soul could strive.
Parchments which remind me of your fragrance
are kept near my bed.
To what has been done to those papers
which bore my signature , I fear.
Have you been asked to burn them?
Are they ripped and torn?
or like everything else,
they too have been thrown,
in a discarded corner, they are locked?
These were the splendours
my small , torn pocket
those days could only hope for.
But now you must have,
jewels that sparkle,
glittering and scintillating,
which brighten your glow.
To what must my gems stand now?
accessories to beautiful you,
surely those dry stones,
their shine must have worn off.
Picture of you is still there,
you glowing and dimming the shine of that candlelight,
kept hidden in a book,
on the binding of which
your name resides.
There are many more images
which are stacked away in this heart,
but they turning to peel away and fall.
As after the picture you had send me,
saying, to me and only me it belonged
So carelessly you put that on auction,
as an exhibit for this world to gaze upon?
These gifts and words were a part of my soul
a part which I had willingly sacrificed.
Laid down in your arms,
for a smile on your face
was all this poor soul had strived.
The gift of the forbidden, unspoken word
was the best this poor soul had tried.
Using that gift to ignite his heart again,
would that be the best way for the last good bye?
Let the poet sleep, disturb him not.
He sleeps in his wooden casket,
surrounded by your gifts and memories
and a flare that still burns in his heart.
Good one bhai
ReplyDeleteshukriya sir....
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ReplyDeleteExcellent gift to me on my wall :D , The rythum here very exquisite :)
ReplyDeleteThnks bro...ur comments r always appreciated....
DeleteWah Ustad.... kafi umda hain bhai....
ReplyDeleteThnks sirjee...aapnai kah Diya din ban Gaya 😉😜
DeleteAahh...an exquisite piece, rhythming back and forth...claiming the attention of both...past and present...good one Fahad :!
ReplyDeleteAhh thnkss... Said it before , vll say it again... Inspiration helps
DeleteNice :)
ReplyDeleteThnks ...appreciated!!!
Deletekya baat hai!
ReplyDeleteShukriya janaab...
DeleteGud one...the subject is not new but the way u expressed it is worth appreciation!
ReplyDeleteKeep writing..looking forward to next one.. :)
Yes the subject isnt ...but the feeling is....thnks!!!!
DeleteVery nice-I didn't know you had a flair for writing-All the best!
ReplyDeleteComing this from your teacher its the best compliment one can get.... Thank you mam!!
DeleteNew themes required fahad bhai !!!!
ReplyDeleteWe are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship we create illusions that we are not alone . So actually are their any more themes required?? 😉😉
Deletecomments are appreciated ... Surely will keep that in mind...