You tire me out, she whispered But her words shaped differently So he understood, stay my dear Won't you try and love me We only have nothing left to gain Everything has already been lost on us
They danced around each other Eyes that used to find so much comfort Ended up living like strangers And somehow, somewhere along the line The love that once was like wine to blood A happiness on the verge of infinity Turned to blackened dust Oh how she kept on dressing truths up As if somehow, maybe She could keep fooling hearts A promise worth staying for
You are the love of my life He whispered to her But that was not what was needed And so she heard his heaviest goodbye And after silence seeped into spaces She broke down in tears and he kindly held her Because this was not the kind of forever they had been hoping to find
And it is tiresome to think But most of all I drown in sad Knowing you will never know, me Like I wish, like I know you could have To explore my midnight tendrils To watch me, be Broken wishes that left scars on my skin Explore boundaries knowing Home awaits inside my arms It is tiresome, so tiresome To always ponder and dream Stuck on wishful thinking So, please Don't paint me troubled Think of me in pastels, a breath of spring air After the confusion of winter's numbness has melted away
A sleepy boy always awake, always had his eyes open so wide. Only another few minutes he kept telling himself, in a few moments he would sleep. In a few moments he may finally rest. An optimistic boy, still awake and calling out each and every detail. Only another few hours he kept telling himself, I'll make it till then. A few more hours and I'll drift off. An ambitious man now, awake only from the ******* that coursed through his body. Only another few months he kept telling himself, a few more months and he could finally take a seat and maybe greet some of his dreams. An unfulfilled man, awake and completely overwhelmed by life and it's instantaneous moments. He no longer tells himself a thing. In a few years he knows he'll be gone.
I'm actually very sleepy right now, I hoped I judged my writing properly. Goodnight.
At last He is the pivot of my vision For whom; you have become an example O’ My Mother! For whom; Toor was decorated as stage For whom; there is no use of sleep and or tiresome For whom; who have power of control of universe And who is most Merciful and Beneficent Who! exists before and after the time His Honor of love that you are selected As your motherly feelings and you are matchless in the world I have listened to a call of Unseen Eternal Voice “I used to love my human not less than seventy mothers”
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)" Toor is a famous mountain in Egypt where under a shady mysterious tree Hazrat Musa talked with God according to Islamic History.
It is chasing me Every night when I fall asleep It is chasing me Every time I close my eyes In the dark place While I’m alone No one hand me help It is chasing me And will not stop Dream? Weird places. Pull me in Where no one knows me And I know no one I’m standing alone In some spaces I’ve never been Dark. Dream? It is chasing me
I was misguided by your love tangled by your caress which is sweet, anyways opened the same door for years cause I know what to find how to find where to find behind the same door paranoid with the trust and the untrusted hang in there for a moment stuck and trapped on the thing behind you call it obsession I call it devotion I’m a custody behind bars waiting to be punished for a long time more and I’ll be there for whole my life and this is not a threat