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Sarah Feb 2020
My Dark Stars:

Walking in the garden, watching sunset
Darkness was spreading everywhere
My past memories were scattered all over me
I wanted to stick with these memories
Of which I was with my stars
Which have now become shinning in sky
Darkness helps me to meet them
Far away echo of song came into my ears
This song is a path for me to go back in past
Walking on this path
I remembered the time that we spent together
Darkness was left behind
I stepped into my golden age
Those stars now wore human clothes
I can touch them, hear them and see them
We are playing hide and seek
In those days, I used to find them
Now i don't understand where they disappeared;
I can't find them, even in light
I am telling them stories
Who knew that one day they would become a story of their own;
We used to listen their favorite songs
Now those songs are a way to remember them
I want that song to never end
That keeps me bind with those memories
But the echo of the song is now over
The track is closed
I have to come back into that time
where i have to live without you
Oh my stars! You were destined to shine in darkness
It was written in darkness that you will shine
And you will be the light of heaven
We will meet again
In darkness mixed with echo of song.
Sarah Dec 2019
The Smoke Of Past
The smoke of my past still prevails today
My dress, My character, My conscience
All contaminated by this smoke
The dreams seen in past
Today they are wrapped in this smoke
Always tried to exhale this smoke from life
But its dust particles have trapped me
The world cannot see my guilt on my past
Everybody thinks my past will pollute them
Oh God! Please tell me
How can I make your people understand
I am sorry what I did in my past
I cannot change it nor remove it from my life
Now I am on right track but still they satire on me
After millions of attempts
Oh God! Your people will not forgive me
They keep reminding me
Till my death I will be in this smoke
No matters now noble I become
Now I pray that after my death
To get a life in such world
Where I am free from this smoke
God forgives you for a tear
But this world doesn’t
Now I only hope that at my death bed
Name of God is on my lips
Tears of repentance in my eyes
Smoke of past now becomes a way
From which I can travel to other world
Now my past is a matter between me and God
I hope God will forgive me.
                                      SARAH SHABBIR

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