As the teeny tiny
droplets fall from
the window of heavens,
purifying every soul,
showering its blessing,
providing water to the,
thirsty cracked land,
wetting my cheeks,
oh how lucky are those clouds,
to throw away their burden,
to make it rain,
and oh how hard it is,
for me,
to keep all,
the blistering tears
inside my eyes………………

i am afraid,
that when i'll open my eyes,
i will be alone again,
you will be nowhere,
near me,
i'll be be left alone,
in the menacing darkness,
to fight all my demons,
on my own,
allowing all the stars,
and the moons to laugh on me,
i am afraid,
that you will leave me ,
shivering in the cold nights,
i am afraid,
that you will blow,
the flower of my love,
as the dried up dandelion fuzz,
i am afraid,
that you will leave the candle,
burning in my room,
die in the wax coffin of it's own,
you will leave every question in my head,
unquestioned,
i am afraid,
afraid of loosing you...........

i thought you were only a chapter,
in the book of my life,
realized that at your last goodbye,
without knowing,
you will always be the beginning of every page,
and ending of my every story,
you will be behind every door,
that i'll try to open,
try to close,
you will be thread sewing my book,
the glue sticking my book pages together,
i thought your part in my life was over,
you'll go your way,
i'll be on mine,
how insane was i,
not having even a single notion,
that on every path of my life,
i'll have your silhouette,
tracing me like a nightmare,
accompanying me,
trailing me away from light......

if she kisses you,
with her eyes open,
it means she's not there yet,
she's not lost into it,
the enchanting garden of love,
is yet to be reached by her,
the demon against love are still to be fought,
the potion of love,
is yet to be drunk,
and if her eyes are still open,
when you move your fingers,
in her hairs,
and if she still can't feel your heat,
she isn't yours to keep.........

a tear fell on my guitar tonight,
even the strings were amazed,
to see the deserted eyes rain,
the strings started dancing,
along my tears,
singing and playing a soothing tune,
and watching you lay happy everynight,
without even a single thought on your mind,
i am thinking,
how is it possible,
for someone,
not to get even scent of a single flower,
after planting a garden of tears for others....

i asked her,
aren't you afraid of being alone,
she whispered in my ears,
i am afraid of being part of crowd,
having infinite eyes staring at you,
having thousands of tongues sharpened,
to slit your pride into million little pieces,
having thousands of fingers pointing toward you,
having others taking decisions,
that you were supposed to take,
and since that day,
i have fear of being in crowd,
running through my veins,
so i am wandering,
alone,
in this sweet,
soothing dark,
alone

i am sorry,
i am sorry that i just couldn't,
make sense out of it all,
i didn't realize,
that you wanted me ,
to call that sand castle,
buckingham palace of yours,
i am sorry
that i was such a fool,
for saving you from drowning,
without knowing,
you were the fish,
surviving in that ***** water,
i am sorry that i wanted to,
save you from darkness,
without getting a notion,
that darkness was what
you have been craving for,
i am just sorry that i could understand,
that your tongue addicted ,
to that cheap vine of lies,
had no taste for the holy water of truth...
_memoona kazmi