All that’s left is a broken heart
Your withdrawal: a piercing dart
Sleepless nights on that damp pillow
Doesn’t my inner self have a similitude with
The dangling straggly branches of that old willow?
Underneath which;
Hand in hand, we used to talk
Along side that tranquil lake we used to walk
Wind gusted, thrumming of daffodils’ clap
I would lay my head in your laps
And you made me a cafuné
Your presence embellished my everyday
I remember our sipping of same cup of scalding tea
My heart always wanted you with unrivalled glee
That lingering kiss; poignant reminder of happy days
To lighten your mood I know thousand of ways
Who knew that this seemingly imperishable love wouldn’t make it through
Alas! Parting our ways seemed you a clue
My heart knew it
It’s the last time we are gonna meet
A sudden chaos stuck it
Unfathomable depths would have heard its beat
In this perpetual darkness, I wonder struck by dismay, I ponder:
Weather I made love or was it a crime perpetrated!
You deemed that this love can’t be perpetrated
Tears kept trickling down my cheeks for weeks
Eyes immensely dried
With no tears left to cry
So now they cry blood
How couldn’t I feel you were smothered by my presence
Our love meets it’s ultimate fate of evnescence
Obsession with the past memories has becomes my life’s bane
Enervates me from inside: this inexplicable pain
I fancied you would return the way you said
I better had love moon instead,
Every single day it returned
Listen ever single word I said
Longing in my eyes is for you
Please! Come back, my arms are still awaiting you
BY Qurat-ul-ain
