Oct 2010
True, ‘twas upon a night cold that I was born
but in time I became a radiant rose upon the rocky road of thorns,
From morn to dusk does time trickle and tick,
My heartbeat full of love’s delightfully tender tricks,
I grow bolder with the seasons,
Alas, all too soon am I to be sacrificed at the altar of love’s high treason,
I totally trusted you in my love’s romantic quest
but you were not one in the way of love truly blessed,
The age of years passes by and high
as the days darken and softly sigh and die,
I know soon, all too soon,
I shall embrace the earthy embrace of death’s darkling doom,
Days go flashing by in the beating of a butterfly’s wings,
Upon the cherry trees the ropes swings and no child sings,
It was here, yes right here, this was the place,
This will be my final resting place,
Never again will I in the summer in this place my shadow trace,
My face and red lips forever fated to be lined with love’s wrinkled hate,
No more, please no more of this maudlin talk,
My flame still brightly glows and I still skip and happily walk,
Perhaps the days darken dreadfully outside
but here I am all warm and snugly seduced in my mind inside,
The world weeps, the shadows creep, but I smile and myself treat,
I will not cry, nor quietly die, I will spread my wings and soar and fly high,
Days, weeks, years, the way ahead, paths full of passionate flowers,
I will live my life and never fear death’s wintry power,
This is my destiny, my torch, my song of songs,
I will look to the sky again and with my eyes kiss the golden clouds,
I shall play the music plucked upon the meadows of yesteryear,
Until my eyes to the twilight finally close
I will bow only to my Beloved, the Lord of heaven’s rose,
Come bless this day with the colours of paradise,
Paint me the memory of the day when we all once again rise,
I will return to my Beloved, to only Him will I submit my soul and free will,
In that abode where the divine resides I shall have my dreams fulfilled,
Remember me,
Remember me,
Remember me,
In dreams, come to me in dreams,
And to me hum and sing a birthday hymn.
©Rangzeb Hussain
but in time I became a radiant rose upon the rocky road of thorns,
From morn to dusk does time trickle and tick,
My heartbeat full of love’s delightfully tender tricks,
I grow bolder with the seasons,
Alas, all too soon am I to be sacrificed at the altar of love’s high treason,
I totally trusted you in my love’s romantic quest
but you were not one in the way of love truly blessed,
The age of years passes by and high
as the days darken and softly sigh and die,
I know soon, all too soon,
I shall embrace the earthy embrace of death’s darkling doom,
Days go flashing by in the beating of a butterfly’s wings,
Upon the cherry trees the ropes swings and no child sings,
It was here, yes right here, this was the place,
This will be my final resting place,
Never again will I in the summer in this place my shadow trace,
My face and red lips forever fated to be lined with love’s wrinkled hate,
No more, please no more of this maudlin talk,
My flame still brightly glows and I still skip and happily walk,
Perhaps the days darken dreadfully outside
but here I am all warm and snugly seduced in my mind inside,
The world weeps, the shadows creep, but I smile and myself treat,
I will not cry, nor quietly die, I will spread my wings and soar and fly high,
Days, weeks, years, the way ahead, paths full of passionate flowers,
I will live my life and never fear death’s wintry power,
This is my destiny, my torch, my song of songs,
I will look to the sky again and with my eyes kiss the golden clouds,
I shall play the music plucked upon the meadows of yesteryear,
Until my eyes to the twilight finally close
I will bow only to my Beloved, the Lord of heaven’s rose,
Come bless this day with the colours of paradise,
Paint me the memory of the day when we all once again rise,
I will return to my Beloved, to only Him will I submit my soul and free will,
In that abode where the divine resides I shall have my dreams fulfilled,
Remember me,
Remember me,
Remember me,
In dreams, come to me in dreams,
And to me hum and sing a birthday hymn.
©Rangzeb Hussain
