Neither standing on any pillar; 
Nor fastened with any rope; 
But this world is hanging; 
On delicate strings of hope.

mdasadullah

Strings of hope

Only you knew 
the pictures I drew 
miraculously, with straight lines 

But somehow 
they could see them hidden
in the bags under my eyes. 

Only you know 
where I went when I had nowhere to go
my empty rendezvous 

Yet 
they found me
in the absence of a mind that had a clue.

Yet only you left 
keeping my story from the next
and this weighty garden I will sow

You had me
with me gone
no one knew who I was to know